So much for Michigan being the cool state.
It was miserably hot yesterday. So miserably hot that I raided our tip jar and bought ice cream. Mom, Libby, Naomi and I packed the cherry-vanilla ice cream and Snickers ice cream in a cooler and hauled it to a field where the boys, Dad and Betsy were baling hay this afternoon. We sought out a tiny bit of shade along the fencerow and slurped our partially melted treat.