Gosh I love August.
I love the hazy air where sunlight meets the morning.
I love the buzz of a hummingbird at the feeder.
I love the colors bursting forth from every nook and cranny in people's yards - flowers both planted and wild.
I love the earnestness of the bees and bugs flying from flower to flower, desperate for a sip of every variety.
I love the long inhales of fresh, Lake Michigan air filling our noses and lungs.
I love the butterflies flitting about without a care in the world.
I love flip flops and the ease of walking outside.
I love the sounds of children playing through open windows.
I love early mornings and late sunsets that make the days feel like they could last forever.
I love sleeping with open windows and hearing an owl hooting through the darkness through the haze of sleep.
I love driving with the windows down and a hand out the window feeling the sun and the wind and the perfection that is Northern Michigan in August.
I love when the bay reaches the perfect temperature and evenings are spent floating around on inner tubes and riding waves.
I love hats and sunglasses and the feeling of the sun on cool skin in the morning and warm skin in the afternoon.
I love bike rides and stroller rides and wagon rides and anything that gets us outside and moving and breathing fresh air.
I love the feel of sunscreen-slathered skin and sandy feet that follows a day spent outside.
I love the water toys strewn about to be easily snatched up on the way to the water.
I love the sun on green leaves and the lazy dance of trees in an August breeze.
I love the fruits and vegetables and filling our bellies with fresh, colorful food.
I love dozing in the shade listening to cicadas.
I love the promise of life and greenery and warmth.
And I just love... August.
