Meh. July. My least favorite month is at least half over. Today will be hottest yet inside the house, because it did not cool down much last night, and we depend on this for conditioning our summer daytime air. And so when morning comes, I fling open front and back door, willing to let a few insects in with the somewhat cooler air. Then I watch the indoor-outdoor thermometer in the kitchen and close windows when it gets as warm outside as in.
Yesterday the house gained heat because Ann put up a canner full of blackberry jam. We will think the temporary suffering worth it come a fall morning, a loaf of fresh-made bread, and a spoonful of home-made jam.
Speaking of which–I’m assigned the job of getting another quart for a cobbler. I’m on it.
Image: I will have to ask somebody in the historical society to confirm that this church was the one associated with the now quite large Jacksonville Burying Ground up top of the hill above town. I walked past it on my way between Harvey’s where I left my car for brakes, and town, on a very warm walk last week. It was even warmer walking back uphill later in the day. I snagged a shot with the iPhone.
When we moved here in 1997, this church building was the home of Via Electric. The past ten years or so, it sits vacant and in decline–but gracefully so, the rust on the door hardware nicely matched to the dying vines. And way paint disappears from wood can also be kind of artful, don’t you think? I just remembered another church not unlike this, and will find that photo for tomorrow.