“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. THe sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”—Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tracy and TIb
I love the heat! Yes! Really I do. Although…. walking outside is like pushing aside those heavy curtains on stages…the ones usually made of red velvet with gold trim.
just us, Terry, Boomer and I–the running water, the cooling earth
And the Strawberry Moon.
From my world to your heart,