First Day of Summer

I fixed omelets for Linda and I and then took the little tractor to bush hog around the mum patch. I was listening to the MP3 player and roasting in the sun as I finished bush hogging around the mums and then started around Regina's old house. I was almost finished with that area when I killed the tractor and it wouldn't restart. I called for Linda on the FSRadio to come and pick me up, but Stacey answered and told me Linda was down at the mum patch. A few minutes later she came over, saying when she didn't hear the tractor running she decided to check out why. We rode back to the house in the Mule and were talking about how hot it seemed. It was 11 AM when we went inside the house and the thermometer registered 90 degrees. Once inside, with a glass of ice water, we decided to go to the lake. It didn't take long and we were ready, with the boat hooked up and drinks in a small cooler. In town, I put gas in the truck and then dropped Linda off at the square for her to go to Subway and pick up some sandwiches for lunch on the lake. Stacey and I took the DVDs back to the video shack and stopped at the grocery to buy chips, cookies and grapes. We went back and picked up Linda and were on the way to the lake fairly quickly. We unloaded the boat and parked the truck and were boating out towards the lake by 12:30. Stacey drove the boat towards the middle of the lake, where we anchored and went swimming for a while. Each time we have went the water seems to be getting warmer. We lounged in the water for over an hour, then ate our sandwiches and Stacey drove us to Willow Grove, where we went inside and Stacey and I bought new shirts. Back out on the lake, we went to Pulsey's Creek and anchored there for an hour or two. More swimming for me and laying on rafts for the girls. Stacey drove the boat back to the State Park Dock and we took it off the lake a little before 5 PM. The entire time we were on the lake was 'smooth sailing'. It was the middle of the week and not many boats were on the lake (compared to a weekend), the wind was almost nonexistent, so there weren't many boat wakes and hardly any ripples on the water. The term 'like glass' applied very aptly to a large part of the lake. We drove home and unhooked from the boat, parked the truck in the hay shed and drove the Mule to the house. Later, Linda took me back to the tractor, which I restarted and finished bush hogging around Regina's old house and then drove it back to the hay shed. Linda stopped at the mum patch and was staking the tomatoes.