Text & Pics by Barb Jenks Triffon
Beauty by Jeffrey Woods and Mother Nature
Beauty by Jeffrey Woods and Mother Nature
After a tedious wait of nearly nine months, totalling approximately 270 days or 6,480 hours if you're keeping count, summer thankfully arrived dressed in its traditional wardrobe of warmth, color and comfort.
While you’d expect such a long-awaited homecoming to be worthy of a red-carpet welcome, summer quietly slipped in under the beauty of spring. (Understated, but unfailingly classy.)
And now that it's finally here, this season of sun & fun feels so perfectly familiar (much like a dear, old friend), it's hard to remember it had gone MIA for such a long time.
While you’d expect such a long-awaited homecoming to be worthy of a red-carpet welcome, summer quietly slipped in under the beauty of spring. (Understated, but unfailingly classy.)
And now that it's finally here, this season of sun & fun feels so perfectly familiar (much like a dear, old friend), it's hard to remember it had gone MIA for such a long time.
Memories are sort of funny like that. While a loyal companion throughout one's life, memories can also be somewhat murky in how they warp the laws of time and space.
Case In Point: My treasured memories of childhood summers.
As I've gotten older, I've noticed my own memories of youthful summers riding bikes, chasing fireflies, trapping tadpoles, playing kick-the-can and trying to count the nighttime stars before I fell asleep (life before electronics) have become much more vivid and real - belying the fact that they happened in faraway places once upon a long, long time ago.
Case In Point: My treasured memories of childhood summers.
As I've gotten older, I've noticed my own memories of youthful summers riding bikes, chasing fireflies, trapping tadpoles, playing kick-the-can and trying to count the nighttime stars before I fell asleep (life before electronics) have become much more vivid and real - belying the fact that they happened in faraway places once upon a long, long time ago.
The truth is, personal memories are just that - personal. They're unique to the individual, don't adhere to strict scientific standards and can somewhat change over time. (Another glitch in the time and space continuum.)
Furthermore, I think remembering things with a sprinkle of magic isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Furthermore, I think remembering things with a sprinkle of magic isn't necessarily a bad thing.
And while my sun-kissed days of youth are long gone, I can still reclaim them every summer within the faces of beautiful flowers, baby animals and joyful children discovering the world anew.
Jeffrey Woods Summer Gallery
I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you
like a warm blanky.” - Kellie Elmore
I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you
like a warm blanky.” - Kellie Elmore
“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams