Day of Might of the Month of Perfection

Kansas: 96º with a heat index of 109.

Even a short walk can be dangerous and must be planned. The sky is beautiful and full of fluffy cotton. My garden is doing well in the heat between watering and the rain we have had. But ... I'm no marigold, nor do I have wings to soar with clouds.

IMAGES:

Along Vermont Street at dusk: one golden hypericum in bloom; echinicea faded to brown; bursting seed pods of the hollyhocks, a few stray flowers; angel trumpets poised to open up; red ricinus; thyme in a crack; green golden hosta.

The golden flowers of hypericum (Saint John'swort) reminds me of my father. The datura (angel trumpet) brings a mental image of the moment before the 'trumpet's blast' and I've already written about "Thyme in a crack".

Just snuck though the hedge row over to the Indian Methodist church and got me some fry bread. Indian Taco Day is the 2nd Friday of the month, but I'm not interested in beans today. The cashier there is a hoot and a half. I could've stayed longer.

Thinking of you:

Sandy and Rita in Peterborough, Ontario: 82º. I only drank one pot of coffee today.
Scarlett in Sheffield, England: 59º and a wet evening and wet week. Enough rain for the ducks already!
Snow in Las Vegas, Nevada: 101º. Would love to visit when it's cold!
Rocio who is from Santiago del Campostela, Spain: 68º in the evening; hot days. Sueño de visitar Galiza algún día. ¡Ya sabés eso!
Judith and Terry in San Francisco, California: 72º. Sounds like a perfect day.
Allen in Bonanza, Arkansas: 98º. Scorpions! I remember the scorpions!
Sweet Souad in Olean, New York: 73º. I still owe you a poem ...

I finished Bloodroot by Susan Wittig Albert. She places the family-murder-mystery in the Delta of Mississippi. Mixes in Choctaw, Whitefolk, Blackfolk herbal folklore. I could use some of Queenies' biscuits! Very good read that makes one wonder about one's own family tree. Did the old-folks lie? You-betcha! Ours has its secrets too. Not everybody is who you think they are ...