Summertime is always the best of what might be. – Charles Bowden

This year, winter didn’t come until Spring had officially begun, going out with a roar of 10 inches of snow.

Spring crept in the back door, ever so quiet.

And then the path to summer came with cool temperatures for weeks…

We explored the parks near our home, their rocks and trails and waterfalls…

We lazily read books outdoors, drank lemonade and iced tea under the stars, and patiently awaited for the flowers in our yard to bloom…

And bloom, they did, which brought the bees…

And then, the rains came and almost washed the bees away…Now, in August, the steamy hot days of summer have arrived. These days which are filled with more cold lemonade, sunburned shoulders, melting ice cream cones, and hot, steamy evenings.

Here’s wishing you the best of the dog days of summer…