I wish all mornings were like this: sunny, not too hot. The trees are fully leafed out, with none of them showing the signs of wear that they will come late July and August. I’ve decided to call this “green maturity.” It seems to fit the mood (generated by the trees) and the state (of the trees) properly.
And I even remembered to say Happy Daddy Day to Buck, an excellent dad! (Must remind Peter to say the same thing.)
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