Maggie's Farm

Wow. It is quite wonderful, in a way, in Yankeeland. 103 in our CT valley.

Enjoy it, luxuriate in it. Complaining is for babies.

Pretend to be a wisteria vine, reaching for the sun, or one of those giant patches of happy, heat-intoxicated crabgrass in my lawn. Watch those Beefsteak tomatoes in the garden turn redder by the day. In January, you will pay good money to travel to such temperatures and blue skies. We'll only have this kind of astonishing heat for a couple of more days.

If I didn't have a case coming up, I'd call this a pool, book, nap, and gin and tonic day. Throw a few of those giant ice blocks in the pool, and float on them like a Polar Bear. Got the grandkids coming this weekend, so the iceman cometh.

And, to all of you greenies - please turn off your a/c in your cars, homes, and workplaces. You are destroying the planet. If you turn it on, you are a fraud and a hypocrite. Do not tell me, like Al Gore, that he needs his but you can't have yours. I promise you that his house on his tobacco farm in Tennessee has a/c.

And if your workplace refuses, stand out front today with signs and protest that your workplace is killing Gaia with its wasteful a/c. It'll be a big hit: you will be popular and folks will thank you for having the courage to stand up for Gaia. Be a hero, and try it!