It's too hot to type, much less think.
I don't much feel like moving, but my surroundings are thriving just fine.
Wild beach plums at Conimicut Point Beach.
Paper-thin poppy on a sun-scorched front lawn.
Powdery-blue thistle heads.
It's a beautiful thing, not thinking.
I'd comment on how lovely these photos are but it's too hot to type here as well! Had a terrible storm yesterday that knocked down a big tree limb across the street, a telephone pole south on Main and several other trees around town. Just made things muggier! Yuck!
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