First, an insincere apology for the cheap trick of teasing my reader with the word "sex" in my last blog without actually providing any prurience. It's an old summer scheme of tabloid editors to keep circulation up over the dog days.
Second, I’m running a couple of days, maybe even a week, late on the blog. My excuse is perfectly explained in one of the two photos below I am supplying in lieu of words. Note the trim young life guard ready to rescue yours truly, the lord of the beach, from a chilled glass of rosè while he ponders his next rant and checks out the latest in bikini styles. The other is of my vassals at planting time in our extensive domaine. The patty pan squash are not doing so well. Once I clear up that problem, I'll be back at the blog. Stay cool.
