Jules, of Pancakes and French Fries, hosts a monthly color story series. Each month, you see, she recaps the month before with a series of photos, each woven together with a theme of color. She’s inviting us to join the fun! You can find the details here. As you see, ‘Silver’  reflected July; ‘Cotton’  shall wrap August.

Upon it’s beginning, July seemed destined for a lasting and colorful story. After all, it began with a long weekend of fun and celebration…

Three whole weekends followed, each to fill with the likes of chalk art and old cars…

We even took advantage of the fact that July was National hot dog month {naysayers be damned; and seriously, who eats a hot dog every day anyway?} …

Of course, a dog is always better when you’re eating to help friends bring home their baby boy. Also better—getting gifts quite out of the blue. My mum gave me earrings and a bracelet—simply because she knows how I do so love a bit of sparkle…

Lift the flower on the bracelet and you’ll find a wee watch. It’s been so long since winding an honest-to-goodness watch, the thought actually flittered across my mind: how do you know if it’s a.m. or p.m.?

Yes, it was one of those months.

Perhaps simply reading of the whole National Debt debacle turned my mind to mush …

Perhaps it stems from the fact that I’ve read little more than Cliver Cussler—all month, people. And there’s no immediate end in sight. Still, thanks to a lovely brunch and book-exchange, I have a couple good options, when I can handle something with a little more substance … 

You see, if there’s one thing July taught me: I don’t do well in that in-between stage. If you would have told me that I would be in the exact same spot as last year, I would have scoffed. I may have even called you a ninny; because this year was going to be different. This year I would finally make it—I would move, nay, spring forward!

Alas, life moves at its own pace…

But slow as it may seem, it still moves—a little fact that hit me, in the sweltering month of July. So, while I continued trudging along, and continued clutching my fluffy-adventure novels, I began working on what I could. This included making a concerted effort to get off my ever expanding derrière and move.

Thankfully, most of our walk takes place in a neighborhood, where there’s no traveling over 25 miles per hour and no U-turns …

Slow and steady … that pretty much sums up the past three years—definitely the month of July. But really, when you think about it, that’s not a bad way to go about it. After all, it’s not so much when we arrive … so long as we keep moving forward …