As summer should be

...taken up by small pleasures.

A little morning stitch with the first light, sometimes too bright.

The mailbox garden riots, out of control. The morning glories clam up the minute the full sun leaves them. 

I'm sure the mail person disapproves of this madness.

And who planted those sunflower seeds in a pot?? I'll have to carry water out to them every day for a while.

Overnight company is good and whenever possible, we are in the water.