I love the dog days of summer.
I feel like that little ole' beagle next door. Just sittin' 'round, watching the cars going by, letting out a big yawn now and then and yelping less and less and it heats up to over +30C.
It was a day at the lake for us today. Lazy. Hot. Relaxed.
Swimming was so good. I could have stayed on the beach 'til at least 8 p.m. but the dog of the day was calling to go home.;-)
Dog days of summer? I love them, but I know what they are leading to.
The maple tree outside our bedroom window has a round golden pile of leaves beneath it.
Fall cometh quickly. Yuk.
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