Yesterday was a rotten day. There's no other word that fits. But today is going to be better. Look at where I read the newspaper and had my tea this morning. The air smells like summer, a spicy, earthy, warm scent that promises something wonderful.
This looks beautiful. I can see you sitting there with your coffee. It's July now and guess what happens here in July? Our grass dies. It will perk up in September. It's the cycle.
Bella, thank you. Everything looks pretty bedraggled here in July too. Our hills turn brown and lawns look terrible. We won't green up again until winter.
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThis looks beautiful. I can see you sitting there with your coffee. It's July now and guess what happens here in July? Our grass dies. It will perk up in September. It's the cycle.
ReplyDeleteBella, thank you. Everything looks pretty bedraggled here in July too. Our hills turn brown and lawns look terrible. We won't green up again until winter.
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