"Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
-from "Reluctance" by Robert Frost
Autumn is my favorite season, hands down, but this past summer has been quite memorable.
Nothing amazing happened. Just lots of little things--lots of sweet memories all wrapped up into one memorable season.
We vacationed, camped in the backyard, swam, roasted marshmallows, barbecued, rode bikes, planted a garden and read lots of books.
But I'll miss little bare toes running around in the green grass.
I'll miss walks out to the garden to cut a few flowers.
I'll miss the smell of summer air.
I'll miss sitting on the swing out back, kids climbing all over me.