"The summer night is like a perfection of thought."
- Wallace Stevens
Yesterday was our first HOT summer day. It was glorious. It was hot. It was everything that a summer day should be. Perfection. The warmth made the blossoms explode, and the bees buzz, it made the colors of the flowers seem other worldly. The heat brought the butterflies out to flutter about the heated blossoms. I was thankful for this rarest of days.
