"Then followed that beautiful season . . . Summer . . .
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape/Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood." ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Okay, how did this happen? It’s June already?
Doesn’t matter what the calendar says. Summer has already hit Virginia with my "favorite" menu of H’s: hazy, hot, humid. Hell’s bells, if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen!
Since I can’t and don’t want to do that, I’ll just have to requisition a few extra hunkalicious hotties to cool me off with palm fronds and tall glasses of sweet tea. (It would help tremendously if they all resembled Colin Firth and/or George Clooney and had the songwriting chops of Bob Dylan.)
Ooh, ooh! Have to share this video that was posted on the When Bob Met Woody Facebook Page. Hubba hubba! Hopefully, this will temporarily silence some of the misguided folks who constantly complain about Dylan’s singing voice. Every word is intelligible.
Okay, where was I? So, what mischief have you been up to? Did you have a good Memorial Day weekend? We took it easy and slow; actually, we were forced to on Sunday since we had a morning power outage. Couldn’t plug in, charge up, cook or flush — when the power goes out, our well pump doesn’t work, so no water to wash or rinse. You’ll be happy to know we somehow managed to remain fair of face. Amazing what bathing in a few dewdrops will do. ☺


