Another early morning. This time with talk of the beaches plus lemons. Why lemons? Why not. I made blueberry pancakes for the boys, coffee for the rest of us. Still too early for breakfast. The sun glowed as orange as the tiger lilies out front which I thought about as the little one and I snipped flowers for the table. White daisies, blue hydrangeas, and a cluster of pink feathery flowers. He carried a daisy in his hand.