Why Summer Is My Sad Season

When I was growing up, summer was my favorite season. I am sure this is true of many of us. My childhood summers unfurled at a leisurely pace, full of long afternoons on a swingset, the snapping sound of halyards against sailboat masts, sticky s'mores at sunset, and the fuzzy feel of tennis balls in my hand. There was very little supervision and a surplus of laughter and sandy feet. The memories I have of these months as a child are strong, strung across all of my senses, but there is no question that the most vivid are of my years at a summer camp on Cape Cod. ...more
Thank you!! Yes, and right now we're at the very tail end of it, and the fleeting-ness is ... more

Why Summer Is My Sad Season

When I was growing up, summer was my favorite season. I am sure this is true of many of us. My childhood summers unfurled at a leisurely pace, full of long afternoons on a swingset, the snapping sound of halyards against sailboat masts, sticky s'mores at sunset, and the fuzzy feel of tennis balls in my hand. There was very little supervision and a surplus of laughter and sandy feet. The memories I have of these months as a child are strong, strung across all of my senses, but there is no question that the most vivid are of my years at a summer camp on Cape Cod. ...more
I think that's exactly right, a real part of it. The days are long but the months are ... more