There’s something that happens around here after the 4th of July. It’s as though the 4th marks the end of Summer, instead of the beginning. School supplies begin to emerge at the store and holiday decorations spanning the last 6 mos of the year creep onto the shelves.

While other seasons are more obvious in their arrival, Summer is more elusive. We eagerly wait the heats arrival, impatient with our floaties in one hand and lemonade in the other. The tomatoes seem to be the only entity that wants to celebrate the sunshine as they explode on the vine for you and all your neighbors to enjoy (and your neighbor’s neighbor…). But as quick as the tomatoes arrive, we’re gone. Holding up in the air conditioning hiding from mosquitoes and wishing in the cool evenings of the Fall.

The only people who don’t seem to be in a hurry are the teachers-even more so than the students. Shhhh…don’t remind them.

Maybe they are who we take a cue from. Reminding us what a gift this time is as we savor these long days without a coat and remember how we spent half the year awaiting its arrival. Summer gives us space to enjoy these long moments and recreate some memories of summers past.

Enjoy the sunshine and lemonade,