Burnin' in my heart...and the rest of me.
It's been a hunk of burning heat here in the desert the last week or so. I'm not complaining. I'd still rather take a few weeks of scorching ozone over the grey 6 months of winter offered elsewhere.
And with a few brief flashes of lightening, the hills are aglow with the embers of brush fire.
You still gotta get out. And so that's what we do in the remaining minutes of the day before the sun sets. We head to the river to skim board. It's a treat to wade through ankle deep water on sand.
And then we dig the Rzr out of the sand that the teen has managed to sink.
But lickety-split we have to rush home. Momma has two lessons to prepare for Sunday and a couple of other assignments weighing on her mind. Talk about feeling the heat.
Good times, living in the heat wave.