July
Hot. Running across the sand Hot. Dry your hair in the sun Hot. Steamy windows in the cottage Hot.
Fresh. Sweet corn Fresh. Mornings of warm dew Fresh. Shrimp boats arriving in the harbor Fresh.
Lazy. Sleeping in the hammock Lazy. Watching sunsets on the Pizer Lazy. Watching the clouds roll by Lazy
Fourth of July
First Firefly
My Birthday
Brown as a Berry
Freckled Noses
July
Lou Ann Homan is a writer, teacher, and storyteller who lives in Northern Indiana, but spends her summers on Ocracoke Island. She is available for writing seminars, storytelling, and speaking engagements. She can be contacted at locketoftime@aol.com. You can read more at www.louannhoman.com
Saturday, July 01, 2006
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