“You decided to work on the hottest day?” John asked.
I didn’t know it was the hottest day, but there was no doubt it was toasty. I set down the wheelbarrow.
“How hot did it get?” I asked.
“110.”
That was yesterday. Today it got up to 112. As the sun set behind the trees in the west and Trudy and I made our way to the elementary school to do some gardening, the air outside was was still like a blast furnace.
“It’s going to break this week,” Trudy says.
Sure. And what about a little rain?
Someday.