Henry James once said that “summer afternoon” are the two most beautiful words in the English language. And yet, the delights of summer don’t seem to last long enough. I think Shakespeare was right when he said of the season that its lease “hath all too short a date”.
It’s already August 18th, and I’m astounded by the passage of time. Where has the summer gone? We’ve done a lot, but we haven’t been able to slow down time at all. Good things are happening, but it seems life happens at jet speed. Our baby has already turned four months old!
Jenn and I have launched our churches new web site design. I’ve submitted my poems for the “3 days in August” anthology. Everything in August used to seem like it was a long way away. But now a ton of things that seemed to be in the distant future are here!
I like fall (other than the way it brings winter), but I don’t want to let go of summer. This year, I think I’m going to try to smuggle a bit of summer into fall and winter. That should be fun.
“One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.” – Henry David Thoreau