By the time I’d taken care of the chickens, done as much upstairs as I could do without waking Vince, I came downstairs about 6:20 and started sewing. It’s very cool outside . . maybe 51 degrees, the door is open (there is a screen door there), daylight had pushed away most of the darkness, crickets are singing, the iron is hot, the sewing machine has already been humming along . . what more could a girl ask for? Cool in August . . I love it!