Joy in the Summer Morning

It’s August and in the eastern US, we’re having torrential rains, but though the skies may weep for a night, joy cometh in the morning, fat with drunken bumblebees and rackety birds and dogs who have to examine every clump of grass every day to make sure nothing changed overnight.  August mornings are the best in that last burst before harvest, rampant exhilaration in the sunshine.

How did joy come for you this week?