A friend of mine Facebook-shared this New York Times article about the end of summer, and reading it felt like taking a walk through my late-August psyche. Summer always begins with such promise for me–there will be at least five ferris wheel rides, I say, and a couple of weekend trips out to wine country. Plus patio dinners every weekend, barbecues with friends, boat rides and bike rides. This will be the summer I buy a new bike, I tell myself. Oh, and berry picking too–not a May goes by when I don’t make plans to pick strawberries in June and raspberries in July.
From the perch of spring, summer always looks “as wide open and shimmering with possibility as the summers of childhood.” Continue Reading →