Perfection

Well perfection is not a word I use often. I very rarely describe anything as perfect. There are to many little things that seem to corrupt or get in way of perfection. That being said the weather here along the river seems to be just that. Perfect. The mornings are cool & foggy-perfect for sleeping in. Mid-day is full of sunshine & cool breezes, perfect for working outdoors or resting in the hammock. Evenings are chilly with no mosquitoes in site, perfect for wrapping up in a quilt and reading a book on the porch. Everything seems just perfect.