ah, summer, you rascally fantastically awesome time of year. I love you. I love your noises and scents, your heat and even your humidity. I love your playtime and your laziness and your juicy-being-in-it-ness. I love a sweaty walk or run, a fresh tomato off the withering vine and the terrible mess your weeds make of my gardens. I love how you come back around each year and toast us up, brown and itchy. I love how you relax all the wound up tendencies of this person and force Popsicles down our throats. I love mowing and sprinkling and swimming and reading magazines in the sun. I love your light and your wide open possibility. I love the weight of humid days and the release of cold dips in lakes or pools. I love your foods and how you make me just a little less hungry for junk. I love the extra time in the day and the early light in the morning. I love your fullness. You have wrung us out this summer and we are better for it. I’m not ready for you to leave just yet although I know you must. I will miss you terribly. Please hurry back!