Experience teaches only the teachable. – Aldous Huxley
…(but) what’s the use of tears? – Herbert Kretzmer & Alain Boublil
I love the smell of summer rain. Spicy-sweet, it says, you needed me.
This morning, I think we did.
Let’s be honest: sometimes summer is exhausting.
Every day in July and August I have a list of things I should do.
Then I see the sun.
It’ll go away if I don’t go enjoy it.
So I do.
And every day my list gets longer.
The truth is, I don’t like my list. I’d rather be outside on my deck with my book and my coffee. Sitting. Breathing. Fantasizing about the garden I would grow if only I wasn’t a black thumb.