frank past his black hair glistens in the sun as he runs across the yard, hopping and jumping as he goes. it is good to see him so lively, compared to the past few days of heat wave when, instead of being his nimble self, he draped his small form over a shaded fence post. now, what to do about this taste of garden lettuce he's been developing? 230603 what's it to you? who go blather from