"Summertime and the livin' is easy. . ."
So it was, at least, yesterday.
We watched a Mama turkey and her two babies amble through a hole in a fence. Not ours, though I wouldn't have minded.
A deer stood still in the middle of the country lane we traveled.
We sipped a sappy margarita that I concocted out of tequila, triple sec, lemonade, and guava juice. It tasted like cough syrup but we drank it anyway. Next time, I'll leave out the triple sec and lemonade and maybe I'll come up with a guava margarita.
We sat outside in the late eve, the Husband, Missy Molly, and I. What pleasure! The Husband plucked a ripe apricot off the tree for us to share. Deep in flavor, the kind that makes your tummy sparkle and you sigh into a smile.
Figs! Charlie, short for Charlotte, has borne fruit, at least six of them! That's a first for the "Little Miss Figgy" dwarf tree that friends gave us in 2018.
Bean vines are twirling their way up and along strings and sticks. Yes, the ladder in our yard has been made into a trellis. I can imagine Mama rolling her eyes while Daddy chuckles.
And, when we go out into the world, we wear our masks. Be safe out there, Friends. Stay strong and keep your humor.
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