I love summer. I love the bounty of fresh fruits and vegetables vying for attention in my garden, their bright colors screaming "pick me, pick ME". I love the abundant profusion of vivid petunias that spill over their clay pots and window boxes, hiding all but the smallest portion of their rooted "homes".
I love sitting under the elm tree, feeling a soft breeze ruffling my hair like the fingers of a gentle lover. I love the hot sun beating on my body, and feeling the cooling ripples of the river slide over me as I float lazily downstream.
I love walking along the river at dusk in the cool evening air, or at sunrise as the sun creeps through the night air, washing the sky in colors Michelangelo would envy. I love watching the blue herons, with their wingspan seemingly as wide as the river, sail through the dawn.
I love hanging my sheets out to dry in the baking sun and fresh air, with my red barn and the green mountain as a powerful backdrop. I love the smell of those sheets when I bring them in. I love having a warm bubble bath at the end of a hot day, soaking in the tub with candles softly glowing, feeling rivulets of water caress my body.
Padding barefoot into the bedroom where flickering candles throw elongated shadows over the bed, and like an impatient lover, inviting me to slip in. Pulling back the covers, and inhaling the scent of fresh air on crisp linen. Taking me back to childhood, and those same scents that bring back fond memories and feelings of warmth, safety and caring.
Feeling the soft cool cotton against sun-bathed warm flesh, stretching luxuriously, closing my eyes and breathing deeply of the relaxing aroma.
Ahhh, warm flesh and clean sheets - intimate and sensual lovers.
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