Some days I wish these lazy, hazy days of summer weren’t so crazy. Too many paths go unwalked, too many stars aren’t stared at and too many birds aren’t looked for.
The season moves, and I’ve already missed so much of it. Even though summer isn’t my favorite of the seasons, some things can only be enjoyed and seen in summer, and so much of it is already gone. The local soft ice cream stand closes on Labor Day, and I’ve only partaken once. I managed to get my swimsuit out of winter storage but never got to go swimming. I have yet to have a cookout or make s’mores. The seat cushions on my outside chairs need replacing, and the stores have already put them away until next summer.