This summer I have been walking every day. It has been fulfilling in more ways than the exercise. I’m getting to know my neighbors. The other day I walked and talked with a former student. He’s all grown up with grown up kids. When did that happen?
This is the time of year that crepe myrtles are in bloom. I played with the Portrait mode on my Iphone camera. I like how this one focuses on the blossoms.
What inspires you in the summer? Please write a small summer poem in the comments and encourage other writers here.
beyond the garden gate
Margaret Simon, draft
crepe myrtle tree blooms
sprinkling summer with pink snow.
Reflections on the Teche 