Half the year is done. Not behind. Not ahead. Just here. We are in July.
June taught me: ripeness can’t be rushed. Zinnias. Food. Kids. All of it.
So July gets a word. Mine is Perilous— a word that I figured out with my sons and hope reading a book.
It’s a perilous month in the best way. Full of risk, full of light. We’ll water, wander, read, rest. We’ll say yes to one brave thing. We’ll give away the zinnias.
Your turn:
What’s your July word?
Live. Learn. Grow. And wear the sunscreen.
My word of the month? Hot! hot here in Ireland, and we are not used gto this level of heat! X
Very nice,