There's a soft breeze making the stately trees in my front yard dance languidly...the sky is bright and blue...the doves and other birds are taking seeds from the feeders and water from the fountain.
In my backyard the tomatoes are ripening and the plum tree has given up its tartly-sweet bounty...the rosebushes are in bloom once again, colorfully celebrating their perfumed glory before they rest for the autumn and the winter.
I breathe deep the summer's air...I breathe deep the summer's magic and music...I breathe deep and smile acknowledging, for the upteenth (but most certainly not the last) time that it is a beautiful old world.
Namaste, y'all.
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