I cannot get enough of the heat and sunshine,
the magical warm breeze that makes the leaves rustle,
a summer harvest that is always worth waiting a
whole year for, and the simple pleasures that summer always brings.
This is just the beginning of tomatoes, which
means that all I want to eat are caprese salads.
I splurged on some fresh mozzarella at the market
last Saturday and I've nearly eaten all of it myself already.
No shame. This happens but one month out of the year.
Our backyard at sunset.
By the lake in Central Park, where I hide out during my breaks.
Last week at Rockaway Beach. I found the most perfect
beach pebble to add to my collection of shells and things.
My boss brought me back some raw milk
from his weekend upstate. Had a glass as soon as
I got it home, there is nothing quite like it. One taste
and you'll be hooked, it puts all other milk to shame.
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