At least they aren’t eating through the screens

The dirt and grass smell like baking bread and the whole world feels like an oven. We’ve reached the part of summer that tends to be pretty unpleasant on the plains, but it’s ok–if the heat doesn’t make us at least a little miserable, we will dread winter too much. After a week straight of temperatures in the midto-high nineties, today the forecast predicts we will finally break one hundred…