…the loud buzz of a cicada, bringing back memories of summer days of childhood. Days with no agenda, no pressure of homework, nowhere I needed to go. Days ofexploring the woods to explore on my own or running through the woods to meet a friend and build a fort. Dashing through the lawn sprinkler or lying on my back watching clouds float through blue sky.
Most of my summer days now aren’t as carefree as the days of summer vacation from elementary school, but I still cherish days like today that reflect an unhurried pace that nurtures my soul.
Wandering barefoot through dewy clover in the morning, sun-warmed grass in the afternoon…
Exploring our woods, eyes open to see what’s special today…
Water striders dancing in sun sparkles on the stream…
The graceful curve of a cattail…
Deer tracks in the mud– beside the stream, flowing lazily in the heat of summer…
Ferns, light against dark…
A young sassafras on the forest floor…
And back in our yard…
Flowers bright in sunshine…
Mint growing happily around the foundation…
and mint in my iced tea as I savor this day…
lying in the hammock watching clouds float through blue sky.
