Acute observers will hasten to point out that only one of the photos here actually features a black Speedo (by Marc Jacobs) – the rest are just basic black briefs by Tom Ford masquerading as a Speedo. I can’t be bothered with authenticity when it comes to blog post titles. Not in the summer, and certainly not on a Sunday morning.
Surrounded by the finally-lush quartet of hanging sweet potato vines, a pair of fruiting fig trees, and a trio of tomatoes that has finally produced enough to be considered a proper harvest, I recline in the midst of our bucolic patio, facing the pool and contemplating another dip. The trials and tribulations of summer.
Let out a summer sigh…
Soaking in the sun, soaking in the day, I soak in the minutes, and do my best to still and slow them. The neighbors are not yet out, and the silence seems to add to the slowing of the moment. I’m trying to make the most of the summer. Sometimes that means simply sitting, watching the bees buzzing by, and waiting for the next visit from one of the hummingbirds that’s been gracing us with its presence.
