It is certainly August, with hot, miserable Missouri summer weather. But already some leaves are falling and there is a different quality to the misery, knowing September is headed this way, carrying Autumn, so on we go.
Tuesday was trash day, and Harlan was in fine form, as usual.
Bart has been working despite the heat, just in case we decide to show in September. The other horses watch with sympathy as Bart heads out to work on fitness.
Harry has been busy in the studio preparing for a showing of his artwork in October. He has a new sculpture project underway, and in his spare time he continues to write his memoir. He has also done two dust portraits on the car window this month, a new métier. As Ionesco said, “Only the ephemeral is of lasting value”…
We popped over to see Steve and Margaret briefly on Saturday morning, and were delighted to find their neighbor, and our dear friend, Laura, there, too. Laura had brought Steve and Margaret a pair of pullets after a recent raccoon massacre in the chicken house. The surviving rooster was lonely, and Laura brought these two young wives to him, all the way from the Ozarks. Road repairs near Culvers’ driveway are progressing, though pictures do not do justice to the project.
Jane and I visited Florence this week. She, too, very many years ago, lived on Wolfrum Road, with Laura, for a while. Laura and Florence threw me a “going away” party, when, in August of 1973, I departed for England. I returned much sooner than expected, disgraced after dropping out of nursing school. Another story waiting to be told…
Florence was a journalist and a brilliant writer. Now she lives a quiet life in the country with her horses and dogs.
Two new (to me) butterflies caught the camera this week.
Around here, during these hot “dog days”, we feel very fortunate to have Weedy and Eddy keeping us smiling through the sweat.
This evening, we are hoping the clouds will provide some rain overnight. The extreme heat should break in a couple of days, if the forecast is right.
Be safe, be well, be grateful for every day, even the hot ones. Slava Ukraini! Pray for a miracle… Peace.
Galloping Through 
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