On the way home from celebrating Father’s Day today, daughter had to work FD, we stopped and purchased cantaloupes at a road side stand sheltered by multifarious hanging baskets of flowers. We strolled among the flowers and the heady aroma of fruit making our selection. The cantaloupe we had tonight was at the peak of perfection. How do you know your cantaloupe is ready to eat? The skin is yellow with practically no green between the veins and it smells divine. Yummy! It has been really warm here for the past few days and when evening was nigh, the fireflies were flickering against the darkness of the woods. The garden is full of a steady procession of beauty. Summer is here and life is languidly good.