My daily routine is to walk our dear puppy a couple of times a day. This walk is down to our pool/playground area twice and then in the evening, a walk around the block.
The past couple of nights it has been so pleasant, I have done a third walk down to the pool area. Tonight was a lovely evening, so again we headed down to the pool.
It was so nice tonight. The sun had taken its western trip for the evening, and the sky here, although there was a finger tip moon in the sky, was still light. Porch lights were on and upstairs lights were on as families were settling in for the night.
Since the sun was no longer blazing overhead the humidity was absent. Yes, the mosquitoes were ever-present, but without the sun overhead blazing down on me, it was a wonderful night to be out and walking.
The cicadas and the crickets joined together to create the melody that is the South in the summer. There were the faint remains of late suppers on the grill, mixing the smell of the charcoal and burgers and hot dogs. Only once did I smell the sweet aroma of a gardenia that had the tenacity to still be blooming. The smell of the gardenia soon became overwhelmed by the smell of the chlorine of the pool and my reverie of enjoying this southern night was interrupted by the squeals of children still playing in the pool.
It was a lovely evening for a walk and I wanted to share it with you. Now, that I have done this, I really need to go and scratch a bite that is begging to be itched.
Thanks for stopping by, have a wonderful evening. As always, DAF