Hot Tamale

I wonder if it's actually possible for a human to melt into the turf?  I'm guessing not, because if it were possible, I believe I would have melted today.
I got to the cemetery at 6 a.m. this morning to do the collection duties for people coming to place flowers on graves for decoration. At first I thought, hey, this is not that bad. But then the sun peeked over the church and started beating down on the tent like the exhaust from a blast furnace. 
Normally, there are four or five people who show up on Decoration Day to help with the collection duties, but not so today.
At 1 p.m. a couple of the guys from the church came out and offered to help. I didn't argue one bit. I was in my truck and on my way to eat a mama's house before they felt the full force of the heat.
By the time they knew they'd been had, I was munching on fried chicken and having blackberry pie for desert.
I really like volunteering down there at the cemetery. It's where my dad, and two brothers are buried. Also, my aunts, uncles, grandparents on my father's side of the family are also there.
It's much easier when the weather is a little more accommodating
Y'all have a great week.