I love summer, idyllic warm (even hot) summer days.
I plan all fall, winter, and spring for this time, for summer.
The land is heavy as it nears harvest
The heat massive and somnolent
Butterflies and Hummingbirds sailing along in the warm air
The Bumblebees and Honeybees so heavy with pollen their buzz even sounds labored
Our August nights have now become mild,
a sweet chill on the air before the sun warms the sky—giving the earth a spectral look, As though the Otherworld is peaking through.
Summer, each and every day dazzles; my heart, my mind, and my eyes.
From my world to your heart,