This summer, of all the summers I've lived here, the most temperate by far. 35 degree days followed by days of rain and cloud, already there's the cool of autumn in the air, the morning, but by the afternoon it's the midday inferno.
The cherry tomatoes are ripening, there will be a good little harvest there, the strawberries are sweet, the basil grows, in the words of the neighbour - "Profusely" and the chilis are starting to give off little flowers where soon I hope to pick my Carolina Reapers.
No luck on the Jeep front, and I'm half thinking of giving up, waiting until next summer, I mean, the options at this point aren't great, and I'm loathe to take on a mountain of debt just when the bank account is showing some signs of improvement...
Chris checks in on me, haven't seen him all summer, he's his biking club now, his lover, but there was an accident on a FSR up near Trout Lake, maybe our FSR, and he wants to check I wasn't the fatality...nope, another couple, "influencers", not in the least interested in prospecting...