Usually July slams me in the face with a force of heat that makes me cringe and beg for mercy. I start counting the days until fall. But, this year, we have had a reprieve - it has been beautiful. In the 70s. The way summer should be.
The nests from all the birds seem to be empty, the baby bunnies and squirrels are old enough to be hard to distinguish from their parents - and everything is lush and green as mother nature has given us blessed rain this year. Still, I hold my breath. The lash of heat can descend any day.