Summer storms.

Summer is wonderful because you can live off blueberries and keep the front door wide open. Especially during sporadic afternoon storms, which I happen to love. Also, it smells like fresh laundry and I can hear Bob Marley playing from up the street.

Leaving the door open is necessary because we don't have air conditioning. Sometimes I end up sleeping in the living room because it's the only room with a ceiling fan. Normally I would complain about this, but instead I've decided to embrace it.

Yesterday I walked around downtown (with an umbrella, at times), picked daisies, obsessed over a shelf of vintage cookbooks, and watched too many episodes of The Next Food Network Star. I'll call that a day well spent.