The doors and windows are open. The day is cloudy, but I’m loving the 76˚ after the hot days we’ve had. The weather prediction is for rain tonight, possibly even thunder showers, and rain into tomorrow. If I stand outside and get wet I’ll believe it.

Yesterday I bought my replacement flowers. I’m going back today to get some more then I’ll pot them all. When I was paying, I was shocked at the price. The flowers were only a dollar.

The leaves are still. It is cloudy and a bit dark. I can feel the difference in the air from all that heat and humidity. I am no longer sweating in place.

I just ordered my mid-month fruits and vegetables. I only have a couple of lemons left, a mango and two unripe plantain.

I have become lazy. My meals are mostly sandwiches or eggs and bacon. I open the freezer, stand there and see nothing which looks appealing. I think that has more to do with my mood than with the frozen food. It is hot dog time.

Yesterday at Agway I loaded up on animal food and bird seed. I also bought a great new feeder which looks like an Adirondack chair. The spawns of Satan would think it an easy place to dine al fresco, but I’m going to dust the seeds in cayenne. It keeps the spawn away.

I have some blueberries. I’m thinking of muffins or even a cobbler. Henry likes blueberries.

When I was a kid, the only fresh fruits we ate were bananas, apples, oranges, tangerines at Thanksgiving and watermelon in the summer. It wasn’t until Ghana that I tasted strange, even exotic fruit. Pawpaw, better known as papaya, was delicious. It was the star in my every day fruit salad lunch. At first I thought mangoes tasted like furniture polish smelled. It took a while before I got over the first taste, but I did. Now I buy mangoes all the time. The only pineapples I ever ate before Ghana were in a can. Nothing is sweeter than a fresh, ripe pineapple. I don’t think I ever saw or even tasted fresh coconut before Ghana. Aunties sold it along the roadside. They’d use a machete to split the shell then cut it into small pieces to sell. You had to scrape the coconut with your teeth. The oranges were so wonderfully sweet. They were also green. I actually saw banana plants growing. They were in bunches hanging from the tree. When I went back to Ghana, I saw apples were being sold. I bought a couple. They tasted different but no less delicious.

When I lived in Ghana, I loved bush meat even though it was covered in cayenne. I’d eat it with bread. It was sold on kebab sticks, and I’d always get a couple, especially on the train. Years later I learned that bush meat was a rodent, a big rodent.

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