the morning light is soft moist. July's buds and blooms glow.
The sun at noon feels firey on the skin and in the veins
and one grows woozy
Even the insects seek shade.
the trees cast long, soothing shadows where the grass leaps up celebrating the rains that finally came (tho one will have click and peek at the larger view).
Later when the sun sinks and just before shadows swallow the light hot pink oleander flowers atop long, pruned stems