The sky grows blue, slowly, like blooming. There’s an large, billowy pink cloud behind the pecan tree leaves. The light all around holds a hint of pink, too. And the crickets and cicadas are going strong on this hot and sultry morning, where summer seems weary but full yet.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but by Friday, I’m tired. I’m taking it easy today. Go with the flow. I remember Big Mama, when she retired, said she took each Monday off. I have things that need doing today, want to do, but maybe I can designate this the day of no worry and no hurry.
What’s going on where you are? It tickles me to read from you all. Sending love and hugs.