Looking out my Backdoor: Yesterday

We Human Beans are strange creatures, are we not? Oh, maybe not you, but me, my hand is raised. My mind works in strange ways. Take yesterday.

Yesterday, I seemed determined to feel sorry for myself. Temperatures were flirting with 100 degrees, a mere kiss away, lips smooched into a pucker. It is our hot season. Not unusual for here. April, May, mid-June. Then the blessed, glorious rains and cool perfection at 85.

Big deal, right? In July and August in North-central Montana, you will be telling me, big deal, 110 being not unusual and at least it cools off at night. Right?

Then I figured to whi...