Warmer Weather

Nature is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.  
-Emily Dickinson

As the temperatures surge ever higher, I am recalled to the springs and summers of years gone by. Of the repeating patterns of wax and wane, of growth and renewal and decay and death of each season. This year seems to hold a special kind of promise, though. Good things ahead, beauty on its way,  adventures to come. 

Let's hold on to the magic, and to the thrill that the changing seasons used to hold for us as children. Back when summer meant swimming and shorts and your Dad flipping something or other on the grill and as much time spent outside with your friends outside as possible. Let's bring back that childish excitement for the season. Why not, right? 



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