Beauty by Jeffrey Woods and Mother Nature
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.
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.
Furthermore, I think remembering things with a sprinkle of magic isn't necessarily a bad thing.
I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you
like a warm blanky.” - Kellie Elmore