July reminds us that summer runs away at breakneck pace, whether we approve or not.
July is wiping fresh fruit juice from chins, while munching on garden grown sweetness.
July smells like just mown lawns, salty sea air, and grilled hamburgers.
The seventh month tastes like beefsteak tomatoes, ice cream cones, hot dogs, and corn on the cob.
The lush vegetation of July embraces us with the gentlest of hugs; it provides temporary amnesia--dulling us to the bleak memory of winter.
The mid summer month sounds like grass trimmers, humming fans, and birds, singing and conversing.
July rain is sweet and refreshing, a welcome relief from the broiling sun.
July nights are crisp cotton sheets with an open window.
