Too Hot to Eat

Poor Ruby.  She had a few seeds and then just laid down in the bowl.  Too hot to eat, I guess.  Although nowhere near as bad as other parts of the country, the last few days has been pretty uncomfortable.  A storm front will bring relief this afternoon, fortunately.  I'm off the see an Agatha Christie play at the Barnstormer's Theater this afternoon.  I hope the storms don't make the drive too uncomfortable.  This is an annual tradition for me.  Gift#209: a wonderful, local theater.