Fourth of July weekend. It is hot!!!
The hot dog shriveled before it hit the grill. The bun toasted even under the table umbrella. The sun-tea boiled in the glass carafe. It was so hot, the styrofoam plates curled up with the potato salad in it. The only use for the black lawn furniture was to brown the tati-tots on them. The field corn quickly dried and started to pop. The cows seeing that phenomenon thought it was snowing, they laid down and froze to death.
Phew, it's hot!
July 4th, a good time to think back to January.
Weeks of way below freezing nights. A nip in the nostrils. Ice on my mustache. Snow up to your caboose. Turkeys scratching to survive. The ice on the pond thick enough for ice fishing. (New England, you aint the only ones!)
It was cold!
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