We knew a storm would bring a cool breeze and bust up the humidity. Sure enough, the thunderstorms blew through in the middle of the night, swamping through our window screens and drenching the ground. I lay on the couch and felt thankful for how lovely 72 degrees feels after 86 degrees.
The lightning was amazing and the trees demonstrated the force of the wind. We suffered no damage, though. This morning the yard is a glowing green thanks to the rainfall.
Raspberry season is about to start. And soon we'll have peas, beans, peppers and zucchini.
Every spot has something blooming right now--daisies, lilies, early coneflowers, astilbe, balloon flowers, catmint, delphiniums, clematis...
I dug out most of the mint growing along the side of our driveway and it's a gazillion times prettier now.
It's July, that season when I'm conflicted about when to take a shower. Take it first thing to freshen up and I'm sweaty by ten when I've finished pulling weeds and picking vegetables. A total waste of soap and water. Take it midday, and I'm sweaty and smelling of bug spray when it's bed time. Take it before bed and I wake up with really goofy hair the next day.
It's wisest (and laziest) to shower in the morning and use the swimming pool to repair the damages. I emerge refreshed and smelling neutral because we have a saltwater system. Never would have imagined I'd spend my summer days as a grown up the same way I did as a kid--in a swimsuit all the time. Not in my wildest dreams. What a lucky life--swimsuit on under my shorts, no make up, bare feet, dirt under my fingernails and no compelling reason to change today.