Yowza, it's hot

For my San Luis Obispo County readers, it's like Paso Robles or Atascadero outside, only we're in Ohio. Our outdoor thermometer says 103.2 degrees and I believe it. It hasn't rained in so long, we sort of forgot what it feels like. The "D" word (drought) is being spoken.

Proof!

No, not the Alps. A pile of Zamboni leavings - I think I'll jump in.

The YMCA pool before we jumped in.

Bob gets ready for his laps.

I "sneaked" onto the new bridge (it wasn't much of a sneak, since two other groups of people were also there). This shows one of the riverview areas. There's not much river to view right now.

The winter wheat has been harvested and we're left with buzz cut stems.

Cinci Pops concert and cucumbers

The Cincinnati Pops came to town last Friday. Wonderful concert, as usual. The featured singer was mezzo-soprano Catherine Fishlock, who has a beautiful voice. The assistant conductor, Robert Trevino, was in charge and he did a great job. He's just a baby (well, like 28 or 29 years old)!

Bob waits for concert to start.

Our new favorite cello player warms up. This is Norman Johns, who teaches at Xavier University and plays with the Cincinnati Symphony & Pops orchestras. We walked into downtown with him, chatting away. A very nice man.

It's hard to see, but Catherine Fishlock is singing and Robert Trevino (white jacket) is conducting.

My Flag Day bunting (and July 4th and Memorial Day and Veterans Day...).

Had we but known .... We thought this was the big cucumber, but then Bob

found this one! (And he doesn't even like cucumbers.)

Late spring

We've been busy. On Memorial Day, I picked up our friend Joan at the Dayton Airport. She left on Thursday, June 7th. On Weds., June 6th, my aunt and uncle from California arrived. They drove across the country - Mt. Rushmore, Minnesota to see their granddaughters, Ohio to see us, and then to Missouri and Oklahoma to see my aunt's relatives. They left on Saturday, June 9th. We were kind of sad when all our guests left.

Joan at the microfilm machine in the library in Wadsworth, OH, where we went so Joan could look up some of her ancestors.

The carpet in the hall in the Holiday Inn Express in Wadsworth. Looks like DNA.

Indigo bunting at the feeder at Brukner Nature Center in Troy. Joan got to see it.

My mom, my uncle Lew (her brother), and my aunt Amelee.

Our winter wheat is golden!

O beautiful for spacious skies,

For amber waves of grain,

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain!

I couldn't resist this sign. Coldest beer on earth ... wow, that's a big claim.