When is the first official day of summer? I'm not sure, but I've thought it was June 21. Our summers can start as early as late April, but the weather has been iffy for the last year.
It has been as hot and humid as a Carolina July. We've had storms every evening this week. And a few days ago, I visited the backyard and discovered the apple tree is loaded. The english walnut tree, which has never had so much as an empty shell on it, is loaded. The plum tree is beautifully dotted with little red fruits.
The mimosa tree I planted two years ago has grown by five feet, and this year, it will flower. And while riding down the drive, I had to stop because there, in the woodline, were yellow blooms. I thought someone had tossed out an artificial bouquet, but it's a cactus I didn't know was there.
The world is full of wonder, each season carrying its own surprises and delights. I had thought this coming summer would be nothing more than an oppressive heat bearing down on everything I'd ever wanted. But you know...life is good.
Not one complaint from this side of the monitor. I'm gonna go plant flowers.
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