A good time/place to be in

No matter what else is going on, I love this time of year. The strawberries are past, but our blueberries are just about to come on; the question is whether the wild turkeys will leave us any. We're eating lettuce, greens, and summer squash from the garden, and keeping watch on the first tomato as it turns orange and then red. It's hot enough for occasional trips to Stone Pond to lie on the beach and swim. Life doesn't get much better than this.
Besides that, physically I feel completely normal. I can eat about anything I want, though not a lot at a time. Seems like I'm always eating. Jerry does his bit, hovering over me like a mama bird and suggesting ice cream at frequent intervals.
The exercise program, which sounds more strenuous than it really is, is going pretty well (reminder to self: next time you plan swimming, check to see if the pool is actually open before you arrive), and I feel less saggy and withered than I did a couple of weeks ago.
And my hair is growing. I can go out in public without a headwrap now, though I think I look like a cross between a Buddhist monk and my bald uncle, though neither of them would wear earrings.
Speaking of Buddhist monks, my mantra these days is a variation of a Thich Nhat Han one: Breathing in, I smile. Breathing out, I am content. Breathing in, I am here and now. Breathing out, it is wonderful.