“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever.”— Elizabeth Lawrence
If I had to pick a favorite season….I think I might struggle a bit…the early spring days lift me up after the thin winter sun, which painted long blue shadows void of warmth and color. Spring lifts me up like the greening of the trees color the brown drab landscape.
Then summer with all it’s heat, which sits heavy and still, on the land, and swarms of chores—which seem never ending.
After which comes fall with the crisp, clear days and immense bursts of color; bring the world into life, in a way none of the other seasons can.
But if I am forced to pick…I would pick SUMMER!
For beats with a song only the humming of the stars in the heavens, (and in my heart, my mind, and my soul), can understand.
From my heart to your world,