And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, […] I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

I’m stunned by how renewed I feel with summer.  It’s like I’ve caught a happy buzz from the colors and the light and the kids voices and the way the day unfolds in the summer routine.  Today, everything seemed strikingly beautiful to me.

Cute downtown Kirkwood in the early morning light (ignore the dumb Tan Co., when Grace is mayor that will be GONE.)


The colors on the console in my car:


Our (summer) home. Ha!


The sound of Max singing “All of me, loves all of you” along with that bed head (can’t explain the duck lips; he may have known I was taking a picture).


This girl.


And this place.  This peaceful, happy place.


And the green, green grass.  It’s so GREEN.


Darn you winter, spring and fall.  You’re just not as good.