Hot, hot, hot, plus Father's Day

It was 95 degrees and humid, humid, humid yesterday. Today it is 90 and humid. No one feels like moving, let alone transplanting in the sun, or burying remay. It was 97 when I was watering in the greenhouses yesterday. Us fragile northeasterners aren't used to things like heat, let alone humidity.

As a result, I did take most of yesterday off for Father's Day. It was so hot yesterday, in fact, that I jumped in the stream that meanders pass the south side of the greenhouses. That stream comes out of a spring in the woods, and is never more than about 38 degrees. But yesterday was hot enough that I went for a plunge, and even though it took my breath away for a sec, it was worth it.

Otherwise, we took it easy, goofed around the house and yard, we all took naps (even Mama and Papa), and then hopped in the car last night and went out to eat at a Japanese restaurant. Waverly decided she likes salmon roe, and who can argue with her, really. All in all, a very very nice Father's day.

Apropos of nothing, we often joke about how this farm runs on coffee. Here is a recently created coffee ad that had me laughing to the point of tears about 10 minutes ago. The link is courtesy of the folks at boing boing. Enjoy!