Summer is a paradox. It somehow feels like the season when we can “let our hair down” yet it also feels like the time when the most is expected of us.
To host and be fun.
To be creative and explore.
To slow down but not miss a thing.
To help grow things: vegetables, children. And ourselves.
To cherish every memory.
Perhaps it is because we make such a big deal about it, that I sometimes don’t look forward to it or know how to be.