In her dotage

Top row: Rafaela, Rebella (she rebels)
Bottom row: Raquel, Rosie, Rocket

I'm clearly not much of a detective.  Steve and I were out walking the dogs this evening when I bumped into a hedge of rosemary.  The scent clung to my shirt as we walked through town -- and, since it was the same route that we took last evening, I can infer that I bumped into the same hedge then as well.  It wasn't the community that smelled like rosemary, it was me!

It was so cold this morning.  The fog hung around until after lunch.  I wore cords and a jacket to church - and everyone else had sweaters and layers as well.  Eventually the temperature reached the mid-70ºs F - and I just about feel guilty mentioning that after hearing how others are suffering with blasting summer heat and power outages undoing their AC.