And yet I look back with with a sense of wonder.
During these thirteen weeks I’ve traveled, gained a daughter-in-law, and cranked out 20,000 words on the novel I was planning to write “someday” but feared I never would.
Now I find that the teacher in me is itchy for autumn, that season of new scholastic beginnings. Summer Break has done its work.
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
How about you? Which is your favorite season?
Are you sorry to see summer go?