i may say that too much.
i love all the seasons madly in the beginning... you can't be an emotional creature as I, and not be greatly affected by their lure and romanticism.
but summer is the one that holds my heart fastest, currently.
i think it's because it's so.... everything.
all the good stuff.
long, lazy days spent entirely outside.
ten foot tall sunflowers.
bright red tomatoes, and ripening peaches.
feet that never really come all that clean.
guilt-free hours spent being soothed by the pond.
grapes and roses,
hikes in the mountains,
special days that smell of cotton candy and hot asphault.
long visits with friends--
that last for a few days, instead of a few hours.
it's all just so
bone-deep and soul-deep goodness.
i'll take it.
again and again and again.