|Flaming June by Lord Frederic Leighton.|
This summer is moving with an odd, frenetic pace in which one feels as if they are compelled to run as fast as they can while in the middle of a pool full of jello. The effort exerted is ample, but the movement is not particularly swift, or thrilling. Just tiring. The result is not entirely clear.
Hence: flower beds, semi-planted and in need of weeding, shelves partially installed, four doors that are three-fourths hung, and more dinners off the cuff than I care to think about, numerous home improvement projects on the horizon, and the intense desire to take a nap almost all of the time.
Because I cannot nap, I am posting this picture, which is, frankly, awesome and restful looking. And at some point in the summer, one should take a nap.