Why it is August now isn't it and so far it has been what I would have wanted it to be.  Fresher than our sticky July.  Summer.  But not quite.

Today on my lunch break I walked the city streets and felt the mid day sun on my face and smiled at perfect strangers.  Knowing that I am now just steps away from this place...

and a treat of good coffee served with steamed almond milk feels good.  Wading finally into the first two seasons of Mad Men after a year on the library waiting list feels good too.

As does my closet with it's line up of freshly hand-laundered shirts.  Which only goes to remind me of the  Fieldguided photograph hanging in my powder room.

Picked up along with the mini meow tote which hangs in said closet waiting to be gifted to its rightful owner, my cat-loving dear friend JP.

 I'm almost giddy with excitement over The Beehive Summer Craft Fair this weekend and sharing it with a spirit most kindred.

And it's market day.


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