|My sister made me this sign for Christmas. Cute, huh?|
We sat there, Lucy purring contentedly, I relaxing while flipping through a couple of magazines I had saved for such an occasion. I really thought it would be later in September before I could do so. Trying to enjoy a late afternoon or early evening swing on my front porch on a typical August day is more like sitting in a sauna where someone released a bushel of mosquitoes and flies. Not a pleasant prospect for someone who would have melted in a hoop skirt and corset back in the days BAC (before air conditioning). Those antebellum Southern women must have been made of something else. I guess they would have enjoyed air conditioning, too, if they'd had the chance. How spoiled we would seem to them! There are many things I am nostalgic for, but hot summer days without the miracles of electricity and a/c are NOT among them!
|Little Lucy enjoying the unusually cool afternoon.|
Yes, the swing needs painting and the window needs shutters. . .we're getting to it!
|Sit down and swing, Mommy!|
|My ride sits out in the rain while my daughter's ride is repaired|
by my husband (always something) in the carport. It needed a bath anyway.