Well, June has proven to be a very busy month. I probably wrote less blog posts in June than I have in very many months, and it's been a week since I've put up a blog post.

Now, it is July. The weather is sweltering and I'll be heading to the pool soon. Work has been very busy, and when I'm not busy there, I'm busy at home with the campaign.

I have at least five events for this coming week that I can think of, although I hope some of them will provide some writing material.

So, it is summer time, a time where the pace of life should be slowing down, but it seems like it isn't yet for me. I had breakfast on the porch. Fiona went and picked blackberries and checked on how the fig tree is growing. Wesley hunted in the grass near the pond. My guess is that he was stalking a frog based on his sudden movements.

I did get to church this morning. In spite of the heat, it is a beautiful day. It made me think of heading out to church at the shore, years ago when a bunch of friends of mine would all head to the shore together. There is something slow and reflective about church services in the summer, especially if you can go in shorts and not sweat too much in the pews.

July will also bring my birthday. Fiona will head off to Cape Cod, and who knows what else will transpire. Yet it is good to stay focused on the simple pleasures of life; the childhood invocation of luck for a coming month, and perhaps those rabbits also moving languidly in the heat.