Kim Axelrod Ohanneson
As the rain sheeted down, I thought that just maybe fall was here. No such luck. The thermometer subsequently climbed to over ninety degrees. It was eighty degrees at night.
Oh, there were benefits to the heat. The laundry dried in minutes. My nightshade plants were tricked into another harvest. I could justify making gazpacho one more time.
But still, I wish the weather would realize it’s fall.