summer daze

"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time."

I borrowed this from an email I received from one of my favorite stores in Chicago.  It seems perfect for this week in August, when it is sticky, and warm, and just breathing in the humid air makes you tired.  The cicadas are calling, the cedar tree near the patio is shedding it's seeds, and the leaves on the plants are drooping in the stillness.

I recently read a ranking of the top ten states with the most inactive people (not sure how they determined that...) and 9 of the 10 were in the south.  And when it is this hot, I totally get it.

Remind me of this whiny post when I am crying in January about how cold it is.

I need to make another pitcher of iced tea, and go sit in my backyard, and read my book. The gardening tasks can wait until the dewpoint drops.