"No price can be set on the lavish summer;
June can be had by the poorest comer."
~James Russell Lowell
I can't believe it. No one who knows me well can believe it, either. Summer is now my favorite season.
I live an examined life, in the sense that I know things like what God is saying in this season of my life, that I strangely crave avocado when I rarely ate it a year ago, and what time of year is my favorite. I have always loved autumn best...until the last couple of years.
I think this is what changed my mind:
Long summer nights, driving with the top down, the Preacher and I listening to the rhythmic song of cicadas. Yes. That did it.
We miss our "Barbie Jeep" like we miss our kids sometimes...which is a LOT. (Our nest is now empty, which makes us long for the Barbie Jeep even more...). She gave up the ghost summer before last, may she rest in peace. It is our prayer and heart's desire to find another mint condition spam can. (The other loving nickname we gave to our red Geo Tracker with its tiny rag top.)
If you get the chance to buy one, grab it. It'll make you love summertime.
Between the sunflowers and my garden, the crickets chirping, and the birds singing...I am in love and over the moon about summer, in spite of our drippy southern humidity, which some deem to be that little taste of hell that makes you get religion.
Enjoy your summer, friends! Like another poet said, "Summer's lease hath all too short a date!"
Grace and Peace,
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