Normally, August’s heat results in lawn that looks parched. Mowing slows down to once every two weeks. This summer, we had a period of dry heat in late June. August has determined to make up for that and though it’s been hot, that heat has been accompanied by otherworldly humidity and frequent drenching rainstorms. The grass isn’t parched; it’s thick and damp. The mower is earning its keep this August.
Just when I think Donald Trump can’t be more disgraceful, he manages to be worse. Living in hope is a challenge with this government in charge and yet I will persist. I like to read (I just finished Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… fireflies at twilight, lanterns with tiny lights, my freshened front porch, laughter, air conditioning, visits to my fairy garden, tomato blooms, flower bouquets, tiny zinnia flowers, antique Mason jars, striped t-shirts, iced tea, summer’s relaxation, a pile of books to be read, chambray napkins, supper on the back deck, sleeping in, birds chirping, backyard bunnies, cutting the grass, and the sweaty feel of a good workout.