The view out the kitchen window in PA looks across fields to South Mountain where General Lee's Confederate troops marched into Gettysburg. I work on the kitchen table near-by and with the window open the breezes flow over me and it feels so good. Reminds me of days before houses were sealed to keep the cool air in and to keep out breezes and bird sounds and the perfumes of nature.
I am all for throwing open the windows again.
I love watermelon. With lots of salt.
Best thing about summer and the Fourth of July - watermelon.
When I was growing up Mama would not let us eat watermelon until the fourth of July - it "wasn't ready."
These days I will eat it anytime of the year I can get it - but it doesn't taste as good as eating it when I am "supposed to."
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