Birthday suits

After the garden is watered, the chickens locked into their coop, and all the members of our family fed, we wander the house and open all the windows and doors that have been shut to the day's heat.

In the cool of the evening, Zoey announced the other day, 'it's the perfect temperature to be naked!' (This from the child who refused to shed her fleece footsie pajamas - day or night - for the first three and a half years of her life.)

While birthday suits appear to be comfortable enough for some in our household during the evening, the days require a different sort of suit:

Luckily, the town pool is just half a mile from our house, the perfect answer to the question of how to get through another cooker of a day.

Built in 1974, Bogert pool is getting up there in age, something the town council seems to agree on, but I, another child of 1974, contest. The pool's maintenance bills are getting too expensive, and people want a more modern facility. I love the vintage feel, though I guess it's my vintage, so there's really no surprise there.

Last Sunday, the pool closed for the season, if not longer.

 

Though Stella and Zoey longed to be the last out of the pool, that prize wen to the dogs, who retained their traditional title of last bathers of the season.

 Clarence would have preferred to sit on the chaise, but the humans prevailed.