I said farewell to summer the other day. I visited a local park that has a conservation area. As I rambled down the paths,
I inhaled the smell of earth and plants. I absorbed the sounds of crickets and birds singing and dragonflies in flight. I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin and a slight breeze pass by me.
I found a hidden garden and immediately felt like 10-year-old Mary Lennox in The Secret Garden (one of my favorite children’s books).
Before I left, I sat and stared at an expanse of bright green grass and the light blue sky. And I asked myself the timeless question, “Why do I live in the Northeast?” The summer is entirely too short. Adieu, beloved summer…adieu.