These are beautiful days. Hot, summer days and warmish nights.
There’s a wooden Adirondack chair outside the door and I came out of the house one afternoon to find it flipped onto its face on the ground about five feet from its spot up on the step. It had been in its usual place when I came from town an hour earlier. SadieSue Doodle wouldn’t be able to do it unless maybe she somehow got wedged beneath it and fought her way out while throwing the chair into the air. Seems unlikely.
No one had come to the door, to my knowledge. I may’ve heard some noise, but would’ve assumed it was the fridge’s usual knockings.
I have seen the wind carry these chairs off the step before, so it’s possible for sure. Except that there was only the lightest of breezes.
‘Tis a mystery.
It’s too hot and humid to walk during the day, though I go down the driveway several times. Down the road, the crops are blooming and waving and reaching for the sky.
See ya back here on Monday.