I love yellow roses, had them in my wedding bouquet. They remind me of the proverbial lazy days of summer, of sunshine and and of that unique brand of "happy" that only summertime can summon within people.
The heat wave over France appears to have broken. I spent the night checking on the girls making sure they weren't too hot . . . and then too cold as the surprisingly cold air of the morning blew in.
The last days of summer are being lived out. The last trips to the pool, the last barbecues. School supplies have been bought and back-to-school outfits are being washed and ironed. I'm gathering ideas for the annual "first day" breakfast spectaculaire.
The sun sets earlier each day.
Yellow is sometimes a little mellow.
Have a great week.