Today I break the mold.
I have created a hot post!
You can find it here! It’s a poem and still life of some hot stuff. Pay special attention to the contents of the little bottle. Ha.
But it’s not.
You know, it’s not that I don’t love you all. It’s not that I don’t love thinking, writing, and typing.
I’ll tell you what it is:
It is that almost all summer long, the outdoors has seemed like I should either have Spring Fever, or some kind of lovely Fall Melancholy.
I mean, the beautiful sky is raining and covered in a beautiful gray overcast, right now, as I type. It actually was almost cold last night.
My favorite weather, really.
Makes me poetic.
Anyway, the lovely ladies I agreed to write for scheduled me lo-o-ong ago, and we all assumed, for some reason, that when I posted in late July, the weather would be hot-hot-hot in the Deep South.
Hence the topic.
But it’s so lovely out, I just feel like sitting on the porch and looking at it.
Ever been there? Know how to get out of it? Help! Comment! Share!
Oh, and go read my guest post! That’ll wake me up!
Home's Cool! 
Enjoyed it!
Thanks so much! Glad you could “get it”! Hope you followed the link to my hot stuff. 😉