Summer Things Don't Change
At the Fair So I’ve been out of the blogging world for a few months. Summer passed. Time is different, days flow into one another and such activities as typing at a computer defer to those of summer - evenings at the lake, camping, catching up with friends, and watching Edwin play outdoors. Since I last wrote he has grown from just standing, to running and climbing everything, and Francis and I are having more fun than ever watching him discover the world. He would eat the whole thing. I also did a lot of pondering. Summer comes with it those distinct memories of early childhood, not certain moments so much as a general feeling of being outside barefoot, playing in a mud puddle, the sprinkler, dodging hornets, slurping watermelon, an that funny plasticy smell when the tent is opened for the first time of the year. And with these memories come the wistful reminiscences of times come and gone, now I sometimes feel, all too soon. Mud. Some icons of summer phas
