It was a seriously hot weekend. The kind where you feel like you're walking through molasses, and everything seems to slow down. The kind where you look back and try to figure out what exactly you managed to get done, besides sweating and then taking multiple showers.
I ate an entire watermelon (and a honeydew) from our CSA box.
I organized my lace.
I worked, quite a bit.
We ate quiche (recipe here) and pears.
I walked at dusk, which is one of my favorite things to do. It must be the voyeur in me, but I love seeing the lights switch on inside the houses, and seeing people's shadows move behind the windows. It's so cozy.
I hope none of you SoCal readers melted! I'm crossing my fingers for fall weather soon.