As this summer fades, bike racks empty and swimming pools quiet, I imagine school-age children teeter somewhere between cautious excitement and painful apprehension, while their parents hover between euphoria and loss.
For me, summer's end triggers a sweet type of melancholy.
Sweet: The joyful memories of summer.
Melancholy: Summer's ultimate passing.
Personally speaking, my love/hate relationship with the seasons of hot & cold lands me on opposite ends of the emotional bell curve.
Case-In-Point: Every January, I begin counting down the dreary days of winter until the Summer Solstice in June. The excitement of surviving Ohio's fickle winters is short-lived, however, with the knowledge that each passing summer day will be shorter than the one before and eventually circle back to winter. Ugh! (With the same scenario playing over and over, you'd think I'd accept winter with a bit more grace.)
Though its hard to compete with the memories of my childhood summers, every one since has still filled my heart with jaw-dropping beauty and endless opportunities for wonder - which is always the case at Jeffrey Woods.
And while it was impossible to capture all the summertime magic Jeffrey Woods had to offer, please enjoy a few of my favorite things.
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