I hope your weekend is juicy and bright. May it bring long evenings sitting outside, seeing fireflies and hearing kids’ laughter. These are my most favorite times of the year, when you’ve almost exhausted summer. When you’ve wrung every possible thing you can out of these few hot, glorious months.
Soon, we’ll look toward what is next and what the next season holds. But, not yet.
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