Though the temperature has passed beyond 90 for several weeks now, today is (officially) the second day of summer. I should have written yesterday, I know, but life gets in the way. Besides, EVERYONE writes their summer blogs on the 21st. It’s fun to be different!
This week has plans to act like a week in late July – humidity sky high, temperatures 95+. Luckily, in addition to an air conditioning that works like a charm, there is a pool in Piedmont Park that gives me all kinds of relief. Bonus points if there are baby ducks and a turtle or 2 on the lake. Bonus bonus points if there is frozen yogurt afterward.
Summer is magical, especially southern summers. But, in true Laura fashion, I’m already looking forward to fall. I’m a mess, y’all, but it’s a beautiful one.
It’s July! As one of my favorite bloggers said, we’re in the midst of summer. I’m delighted that summer is moving so slowly this year. I feel like standing outside and soaking it in, reveling in the sweat and humidity and heat. After all, I still have memories of this.
Additionally, today marks the halfway point of 2014. Six months behind us, six ahead of us. My initial year has been crazy; I can only imagine what the rest will hold.
I’m spending my summer days drinking coffee, working, writing, relaxing by whatever pool I can find, and exercising. Old friends are coming into town weekly. Reading has never tasted so good. I’m doing more than I’ve ever done before, and I can feel myself changing, in more ways that one.
Tonight’s post is a short one, friends, for I am sleepy and headed to bed. Perhaps some Bob Ross while I drift off…his happy clouds are the best sleep companions.
So, we go from this:
…in the span of two months.
Oh, Atlanta. You keep me on my toes, and that’s why I love you.
Let’s batten down the hatches, y’all. It’s springtime in Atlanta. And it’s gonna be loud.