July Sweet July

July means that when puttering around the house I can thoughtlessly step outside, almost without realizing it.  No clenching for the blast of cold air. No reaching for a scarf or an excuse not to exit the house.

July means no socks. And I don't like socks.

July means the sun sets later in the day, so evening reading, after household chores, can happen in the falling daylight.

July means haphazardly pulling tomatoes or strawberries out of the garden. And eating them right away.

July means more fruit than I can eat in one sitting. Especially plums and nectarines.

July is optimism.

Smiles


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