Possibilities abound.
Options emerge.
It called for fresh air.
“Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes,
and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
A few of those days and you can become drunk
with the belief that all's right with the world.”
~Ada Louise Huxtable
"How sweet I roamed from field to field,
and tasted all the summer's pride."
~William Blake
I know it's coming.
Fall is just around the corner.
I'll welcome it with
campfires, smores, and hot chocolate,
the feel of fleece, sweat shirts and jeans,
chili and cornbread,
hot tea and sweet spiced cider,
cozy blankets and books,
clam chowder and pumpkin pie,
the smell of autumn trees and changing leaves.
But until then, I will delight in the rays of the sun.
I woke her from her nap to join us.
Loved these little curlies.
The smell of open fields and fresh air was exactly what the doctor ordered.
Do you see a snake with his mouth open?
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