My Dad Would Have Been 129 Today

I'm terrible at remembering birthdays of my relatives who are living, much less anniversaries of those who have passed on.  Today, though, as I saw the July 16 date my dad's birthday came to mind.  He used to claim he was born in the best month of the year. Watermelons and cantaloupes were at their best; figs were in their prime, peaches and plums were plentiful, and there was a bounty of  fresh vegetables available. To me when a teenager, July meant hard farm work in almost unbearable heat.  Air conditioning was far away and sleeping  was  not restful in a hot room.Somehow we survived.