Ah, yes. Summer. 29 glorious degrees here the night before last. Glad I hadn't put the coats away. We procrastinators stand in victory as we cast proud glances upon our untilled gardens and realize that many an hour of unnecessary labor has been diverted to more useful pursuits while the neighbors hustled to cover tiny plants with plastic Wal*Mart bags. Now I must brace myself, for I realize that this last frost is the bell that tolls for the onslaught of that fierce humidity which defines Summer here in The Four.

Be happy and careful