I should have waited until the official First Day of Summer (Friday, right?), but when I get a whim, I get a whim, so I switched my banner out tonight and turned the fonts as close to periwinkle blue ~ Florida sky blue ~ as I can get them. “Summery” is the word I think of when I see our Little Gal peeking over a railing at her Daddy’s softball game recently.
And “Summery” is how I felt today, when, for the first time since my ankle injury, I was able to walk down our backyard hill to see my chickens (one of whom surprised us with a chick trailing behind her!) and my garden, full of zinnias that make me smile and rambling vines like yellow squash, watermelon and zucchini.
Here in the Deep South our weather shines best from October to May, but there isn’t much to complain about the (hot, humid) Summer days, if you stop to pay attention to what’s good.
So why can’t we celebrate Summer a few days early?