I don't think I have ever taken things for granted. Even the many years I lived here, I appreciated them but somehow they have become even more precious. It adds to the magic when I experience them through the eyes of my grandchildren.
We have just had a few hot muggy days. The air is so thick, it seems like it is hard to breathe. You get out of a nice cool shower and you are still sweating. Without air conditioning, you learn to bear it always aware that a change is inevitable, but nevertheless, still the air is oppressive. (My great hope is to one day be one of those little old ladies that wears a sweater all summer long. Seems like impossible to me...but maybe someday...)
So after a few hot, heavy days, we woke up to a delightful breezy morning in the sixties. As I took my early morning walk I thought how blissful this was. The breeze was constant and the temp was so divine I thought this must be heaven. We are supposed to have nights in the 50's and days up to 70/80. It couldn't be sweeter.
We all went to the market this morning for the last of the strawberry harvest. I need a strawberry shortcake fix. If that isn't truly divine, I don't know what is. BUT we soon found all the vendors with sweet cherries as well. Emma was insistent and I was in total agreement.
So the pictures are self-explanatory. It was a glorious, sweet, amazing, delightful, happy, divine kind of a day...and it isn't even half over. Michigan is like that sometimes.
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