This is a companion piece to Summer Meadow, my previous entry. It looks so refreshing, as I am sitting here in the muggy heat, wondering what happened to the Florida winters of my childhood. I have a frangipani tree that is so confused, it has no leaves at all, it's just a stick, yet there is a bloom right on top. I am thankful to not be knee-deep in snow, but I'm getting pretty sick of my summer clothes. Could we at least go down to 70 degrees?