Strawberry Moon tonight. A moon with such a compelling name. I guess this is one I will not want to miss.
We have a rowdy gang in our neighborhood. A loud gang of Blue Jays just chased a Hawk out of the tree and down the street.
Thank you, Lord. It seemed like summer was never going to come this year and now here we are out strolling with the grandkids on the shady street in the cool of evening. Kids are buying “floaties” for their little, skinny, red arms and learning to dive. Fireflies hover over the evening grass and we are planning and packing for camp.