7.12 Day 36 The Perfect Summer Day

Warm, but not too much so. Windy, but mildly; a breeze.
The trees sway to the wind's flutes. Birds soar, dragonflies flit. The occasional lazy woodtick attempts a foothold. Potatoes push up their green crowns, spilling out onto the ground - like the cartoon hen that rises higher as the eggs pop out underneath her! Carrots shoot green ladders into the sky.
In the cabin, the faint hum of electricity underlines the forest sounds from the open doors. The radio drones the news; blending with the insect sounds from outdoors. The smell of cooking food dances with pine, lake and dirt - my favorite smells.
Our friends glide across the water in the canoe. We watch lazily from the dock. An eagle soars above; a bluejay below.
It's the perfect summer day.