School year is over
Breakfast grapefruit was sour
Summer’s upon us
Turn on the AC
Cool air flows delightfully
If not try Freon
Now I remember
Yin and yang of the seasons
Always a mixed bag
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So true mixed bag
Right. 🙂
🙂
Love the way you capture the frustrations and the blessings all mixed up together 🙂
I like your comment, Andrea. Thanks.
Yes, a mixed bag it is! The other day was sunny here and today it is threatening rain. Your haiku tells us of the highs and lows of the seasons 🙂
Thanks Christy.