Every walk through the neighborhood yields up ideas galore. Wagons and puppies and children dancing under the hose. Laundry on the line and mothers shouting over the fence that supper is ready by the barbecue.
Yes, this is still real life for some of us who have chosen to life deep, not fast. It's a counter cultural lifestyle, but a satisfying one.
The studio beckons and just out of view pink roses tumble over the studio's front door.
Along the river, fishing shacks await the weekend, when rods and reels and campfires will come into use.
And the islands are calling us to visit again.
The very air seems alive with the perfume of summer. Surely this is the most magical of seasons.
Ahhh, the essence of summer. Season of lush life, spilling over with richness. I wish it would last forever.
Won't you come for an evening and toast marshmallows around the campfire? Because summer will soon fade into autumn. Let's enjoy it while we can.
