There is something about summer that just makes me happy.
Even though I am sitting in a hotel room in Houston typing up meeting reports and it's 90-something degrees outside.
It's all good.
There are no hurricanes on the way. I survived the I-610/I-45 Interchange parking lot (and caught up on some podcasts at the same time). I ate a good dinner by myself. The final book in Deborah Harkness's All Souls Trilogy downloaded to my Kindle this morning. And I know that when I return home later this week, the temperatures will be 20 degrees cooler (but it won't be freezing!).
Yes, I'd probably rather be tucked away in my own house right now; but all in all, I can't complain.
I headed out to the Farmer's Market on a Saturday morning.
One very hot summer morning.
I drove around the neighborhood several times trying to find a parking spot - a few streets over, I found one. Did I mention how hot it was? And that I had to parallel park? Parallel parking is SO NOT my thing. Thank goodness for back up assist and proximity sensors in cars.
I was hot and cranky as I made my way downtown to the market pavilion. But I kept on going. Squash blossoms were on my mind.
Stall after stall, I searched and searched for the elusive blossoms.
Finally, at the very last stall (seriously, it was the very last stinking stall that I looked at), I spotted trays upon trays of the most beautiful blossoms one could hope for.