Summer has camped out at the Peregrine household, making herself quite at ease, all 90+ degrees of herself. I slip the Labrador ice cubes and frozen bananas to cool her down as the Saint and I break out the fans and water jugs. Summer flits her radiant, sun bleached hair and twitters about, remarking about the rising level of humidity and how much she enjoys melting things…
Summer officially began last week. I love all the seasons but if I were asked to rank them they would follow as this, with the first being the most liked:
Summer is a time of great production–a humming of activity and doing. Everything is growing, producing and dancing in nature’s rhythms. Fall is a slowing down of the dance, a gathering up of cloaks and grains and storing food away. In Winter, the dancers freeze and rest. In Spring we thaw and prep ourselves all over again.