It has been hotter than the blazes here in Georgia, too. We put up corn last week and this week it's tomato-canning time. The field peas are also coming in almost daily. I don't know how my grandmother did all of that in addition to farming cotton, but I guess her 12 children helped with the chores once they were old enough. And all done without air conditioning. I feel like such a wimp.
I have gotten about half way thru Crossing Purgatory - Gary Schanbacher and am really enjoying this contemporary, literary western. The writing is just beautiful. Reminds me a bit of Ivan Doig.
In spring of 1858, Thompson Grey, a young farmer, travels to his fathers estate seeking funds to expand his holdings. Far overstaying his visit, he returns home to find that his absence has contributed to a devastating family tragedy. Haunted by remorse, Thompson abandons his farm and begins a westward exile in the attempt to outpace his grief. Unwittingly, he finds himself at journeys end in the one place where his strongest temptations are able to overtake him and once again put him to the test.
Set against the backdrop of the frontier during the years just preceding the Civil War, Crossing Purgatory is a beautifully scripted and powerful story of unprincipled ambition, guilt, and the price one man is willing to pay for atonement.