Summer
August 15, 2006
Summer has always been a very busy time for me, at least in my (so-called) adult incarnation. It’s not my favorite season, really. I prefer spring and fall. I even like winter these days, now that I have a fireplace to enjoy. There’s no work to do outside, and I often read, write and sketch with the flames of the fireplace flickering a few feet away and my cat curled up by my side. Time has a way of slowing down in the winter. I like slow time. In the summer, just the opposite happens. Time speeds up. Yet, every season has its unique pleasures. For me, the simple, daily pleasures of the summer are to be found in my garden and flower beds. Without these, most summer days would be little more than a blur of busy bustling.