Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.
~Ada Louise Huxtable
I don't mean to neglect my little space here on the internet, but lately, that's what seems to be happening. I have so, so much I want to tell you but for various reasons I'm not able to share yet and that makes it hard to write. So instead, I let the summer days pass like the wind through a wheat field -- carefree, easily, gently rolling by.
I've been spending my days simply, in a very uncomplicated manner. Languishing over morning coffee longer than I usually do. Dozing off and on outside in the hot, sticky heat of the day. Enjoying cooler evenings on the deck, talking and laughing with friends or family, and partaking in an occasional card game like Uno.
Summer breathes new life into my small town along the river and I'm savoring every second, making the small things count far more than the bigger ones.