July 29

It was a beautiful Saturday.

I assumed it was hot out since the sun was intense when I was out during the morning hours so I spent much of the day inside. But when I finally ventured out onto the deck during the waning hours of the afternoon, I was surprised by how comfortable it was: not hot, not cool. Just right, as Goldilocks would assert.

So I reclined for a while on the couch and crocheted, and looked out at our yard and marveled over how idyllic it felt to be there. 

I don't always remember to be grateful for our yard and for the blue skies overhead, but today I did. And I am.