By July, summer no longer feels new.
The days settle into their own familiar rhythm. The house begins to reflect the season in small ways. Books are left open on tables, and laundry seems to pile up as the days fill with comings and goings.
Some days fill quickly with errands, small outings, and people moving in and out of the house. Other days pass more slowly, without much need to rush them along. Children drift in and out, carrying armfuls of things: shoes, wildflowers, bubbles, chalk, and half-finished ideas.
And somewhere in the middle of all this ordinary fullness, midsummer begins to feel less like a season we planned for and more like a life we are already living.
By July, the days hold warmth well into the afternoon, and the ordinary rhythms of home begin carrying summer.
Tori Nicole
Graceful Living, One Day at a Time.