Well, here we are again. The oppressively humid days of a mid-western summer. This sight, Henry giving Junie the ice cream cone he hadn't finished, made me think of the last time I shared the dog days of summer.
Murray got a popsicle - or a popsible as Henry called it since he was still small(ish).
Guess the dog days of summer are always a sure thing.
Enjoy the air and pour an iced tea.