ST. AUGUSTINE AFTERNOON

It's the end of July. That means it's almost August. That means it's almost Fall. That means summer is almost over. That means I'm already feeling anxious (actually, that's a constant state of mind for me, but maybe a little more at the moment) because my favorite time of the year is almost gone again. I'll say good-bye to open windows, birds waking me in the mornings, digging in the dirt, dreaming of what my gardens should look like, iced coffee, barbeques. I'm working myself into a tizz. Where are my antidepressants???

So I'll be posting summer pictures.