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Dog Days

Elm trees are folding their leaves Like umbrellas after a river storm The weeping willow quietly grieves, In summer heat neither conceives That only mid-December relieves This is Dog Day's scorching norm, Elm trees are folding their leaves Like umbrellas after a river storm. Written July 22, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/22/2022 9:21:00 PM

Oh, my goodness, Hank, it will be 102 degrees in Kansas today! This is so apt for us!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/23/2022 9:34:00 AM

The heat can be very oppressive and dangerous for older folks like me. I cannot imagine being homeless and not having an air-conditioned shelter. Many of them will be the casualties this summer. So sad.

Michael Tor

Date: 7/22/2022 8:16:00 PM

Dog days are here for a little while. Turn the air conditioning on and have yourself a refreshing Coke...

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/23/2022 9:35:00 AM

Ah, but as my urologist would say, "Drink water!!!" He's adamantly opposed to soft drinks, but I don't think he can convince me entirely. I'm trying to drink more water, though.

Jenna Logan

Date: 7/22/2022 3:38:00 PM

It's been too darn hot. At least we had rain twice today, so it didn't get about 85. Elm leaves curling... sounds like you're ready for Fall.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/22/2022 5:06:00 PM

Oh, not quite yet, I hope. It was 93 degrees here today, according to my car thermometer, but I suspect it was hotter than that.