Sometimes I feel that all the weeks and months of the year are just a count down until summer. Summer is time’s destination. My spirit looks forward to it so much. It is as if the longer days gift you with more time to live. I love the clear skies and the crystal water of the rivers and lakes. I love that you have to go high in the mountains and forests to find cooler temperatures. I love that sometimes it’s so hot in the middle of the day that the field is a rippling mirage, and I’m forced to drink a beer on the porch, to take off my boots and wait for the sun to dip lower in the horizon, at which time work can continue. I love that another season comes to fruition in the heart of summer. Plants grow, flower, fruit, their actions defining how this season will be celebrated and what lessons will be learned.
Exhausting and exhilarating are the days of summer. It’s never a challenge to fall asleep after these long days. My body collapses and is covered in a cool breeze, one that has welcomed itself in from the open window. Each … Read More