Hot and humid, seltzer and lime, fruit and yogurt.
The way little green plants grow out of slate--a metaphor there for sure.
It's independence day, and I am so very glad--
it's worth celebrating, or at least acknowledging.
I read All the Pretty Horses, which is wonderful, and then The Crossing--the second book in the trilogy, which was less wonderful--I kept putting it down, but then I'd pick it up again. So harsh and lyrical. I need to read something else before I tackle Cities of the Plain. Staying in Texas, I tried Lonesome Dove, but the tone wasn't right (And oh boy, it's hot in Texas too.) Maybe I'll re-read Animal Dreams by Barbara Kingsolver.
I like my lemonade tart.