“It sure is hot,” James commented.
“Oppressive,” John added.
The heat was unbearable even in the shade from the leaves of the Maple tree where the brothers sat in metal lawn chairs sipping lemonade from Mason jars.
Silence surrounded them as all the birds sought refuge in their nests among the leaves and the animals burrowed into the cooler earth.
Mozelle and Esther joined the men carrying their own sweating jars of iced lemonade and a pitcher for refills.
Light conversation blended with silent pauses and the sweet aromas from the rose garden provided a much-needed respite.