Please don’t be August tomorrow. I’m not ready and
it’s not fair. I swear that 4 days ago it was only July 9th. Where
does Summer run off to? Why is it in such a rush to do its job and then
emigrate?
Our back garden on Sunday was 21 Celsius cooler than
it was three days before. What kind of climate does that to people? Is there
anywhere else on Earth with weather swings that ridiculous?
I had amassed a large collection of empty cardboard
boxes and some hedge clippings, so tonight I had a celebratory/commiseratory end-of-month
burn-up in the garden, and I am now going to look at lots of images from the
Curiosity rover on Mars.
And that’s another month on Planet Ches survived.
RC 31-7-19
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