it’s been almost a week since i’ve stopped by the bloghouse.
july and i are having a forehead to forehead, eyes dilated agog, hot, bated breath, love affair.
popsicles, hammocks, sandy feet, beach reads, and pre-supper naps under the lullaby of a ceiling fan; i’m knocking down every pin in the summertime bowling alley.
recess is my workday manifesto.
and this is my jam….
what’s making your fire burn m’loves?