When The Garden Hose is Glorified And The Berries Turn Black

When the heat counts to one hundred and two the math gets hot and sets the sidewalk on fire. The sun kisses the swimming pool, and the dog becomes a hero to the drowning tennis ball.¬†Instead of complaining we sweat our sorrows away. We write love notes to Summer on our legs because we can't … Continue reading When The Garden Hose is Glorified And The Berries Turn Black