August slip sliding away

 

 

Bringing black back into play was a shock. A little of that shit goes a long way. There may be some real mudhens in this batch.

Summer has turned her face and looked over her shoulder at us coyly. "I'm almost done with you, peasants." 

Mid-nineties during the day and mid-sixties at night, and after a few days of neglect, the pool has taken on that green tinge that won't be turned back.  It's my fault for buying one last tub of chlorine tabs.