
Off to the lake.
To cool off.
To revel in the fact that it is so hot you actually sweat while typing. But don't have to, because there is a lake in wait.
Brain cells shriveled up. Need water.
Whole body needs water.
Splash.
Our house was known as Freedom Acres. It was built by two women, literally, and they eventually earned their living by selling jelly. Coming up for a name for a blog was hard. I have no agenda and have no desire to focus on one thing or another. I just want to write whatever I feel like writing with no labels attached. Then I realized, hey, you've always wanted to do something with the name, Freedom Acres. End of story.

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