rose of sharon
cool as a cucumber….or
faking it anyway
Walking around the neighborhood after the sun goes down, now and then a soft breeze feels so cool….at least I think so. I pause to watch a rose of sharon riding an occasional wavy whiff of air.
My Pop was a great cook. I remember when he used to slice off a small tip from the end of a cucumber and press it right in the middle of my forehead, and how it would stay stuck on my head and cool me down….for a little while anyway.
