One day it is sweatband HOT
One day it is cashmere COOL
One day the geraniums burst with red ruffles and hummer bees
One day they wither like aged skin
Leaves saunter to drying grass, fragile silhouettes of parchment
Obese spiders frenetically spin geometric-webs
Freezers laboriously hum heavily packed with frost glazed ice cream treats
Walking about, reaffirms that the long, humid days are closing like wooden blinds with oblique rays of dusk.
Please don't run away so soon....I love a
Lazy Daisy Summer.