Summer every day

 Now it's July, and the Daylilies are blooming. Day after day of summer beauty. Hostas are blooming too. Their flower spikes against the blue  sky. There is no blue like a summer sky, so  dazzling bright, maybe with a few fair-weather clouds. Imagine ships and dragons.

There was a heat wave last week, washed out by rain and thunder. Next week another heat wave, in the midst of construction season.

Summer every day, now--

Summer mornings---The welcoming sky, the promise of a new day. the morning birds,  morning coffee, people walking their dogs. 

 Summer afternoons--street festivals, farmers'markets, Lake Michigan, museums--there's so much to do! Or not.  Relax outside, a cold drink under the trees. No need to rush, no need to go anywhere. 

Summer evenings--concers, movies in the park, restaurants, the lake front at dusk, the sounds of the dog day cicadas, the lights of the fireflies. 

Summer nights--perhaps a breeze, the sounds of sirens, people laughing down the street. The summer moons, the Summer Triangle...

Now they are saying it's midsummer,  across the aisle at Walgreens, the FiFA stuff  facing the notebooks and pens of back-to school supplies.