Summer bliss is a rainy morning (after three weeks of dry, hot weather). Summer bliss is a flower bed full of caladiums.
Summer bliss is quiet evenings on the front porch, listening to the whir of neighborhood sprinklers.
Summer bliss is finding a crystal-rock votive holder at a flea market for $5.
And summer bliss is the comforting whir of the air conditioner, a 9 pm run to TCBY, and a Tudor's marathon with my little sister. Have I mentioned how much I love summer? Oh, I did? A million times? Whoops. Sorry.