It’s another steamer at a hundred degrees. As hard as I try, I can’t convince the boys to leave the basement and join me on a trip to the nursery to pick out flowers.
“Too hot,” they whine. “Too hot.”
Apparently, others agree. Only a handful of customers pick through the drooping inventory at Reading Feed and Garden.
I push my cart towards checkout. Behind the clerk stands a large, glass front cooler filled with ice water and diet cokes.
“Anything else?” she asks.
“A water,” I say. The clerk hands me the bottle. I twist the cap and drink half of it in one gulp.
I slide 50-cents across the counter, “And one for the next customer, too.”