Early summer is such a wonderful time of year. The weather is warm enough to go barefoot, but it isn't so hot that you are laying in front of the fan.
These are perfect days for wandering around in the wildflowers, laying in the tickly grass and watching the clouds wander by.
The first few trips to the lake feel a bit like voluntary torture, but after months of inside, inside, inside, one can't help but force oneself into the frigid waters.
So long, June. I'll miss your perfect, idyllic days.
Until next year!