A Midsummer Day Dream

I dreamed of a midsummer day, starting with fresh fruit pies and sweet squash breads baking in the oven, their fragrances riding through the house on a warm morning breeze.

Then I dreamed of an afternoon spent swimming in a cool river, washing away the cares of the work week.

And then I took a walk through a field of knee-high grass and flowers, listening to birds and buzzing cicadas.

But it was no dream. It was a real day in August, when summer was half-done with more lazy days yet to come.