This side of the globe, it is summer. In winter we dreamed of summer, now that it's here we can't wait for it to leave. Ever since I was a wee child at 8pm each day in summer the sprinklers turn on for precisely 25 minutes. Almost every day, although the heat is not as intense as 2pm, Kim and I have been frolicking about, cold beverage in hand, running care-free through the cooling mists. I love provence.