Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Smells like summer.

Picking the very first strawberries out back, afternoons spent at the river, fresh salads from the garden,
biking to work in the cool morning wind, sandy baby buns, after dinner walks, homemade popsicles,
and handstands in every open field. 

I am welcoming this season with open, and slightly sunburned, arms.

 I just love this time of year, probably more than any other.
It's the season I was born into, and the one in which you'll find me the happiest.

It's here and I can feel it.


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