To The Last Drop

Like snowflakes and people, there is no summer like any other one, ever.

This year, it was blistering hot at the beginning and the end; cool and mellow in the middle. I cannot complain. I didn't eat as many tacos as summer's past, but I did have plenty of pizza. Balance in all things. I sweat a lot and skated a lot. I tent camped. I boat camped. I swam in both rivers and lakes. I watched a punk rock show in a city park. I ate grilled summer squash, as well as strawberry shortcake. I ate orange watermelon! Whether riding my bike around town or reading from my book about hawks, I tried to always be outside at sundown—as those liminal minutes of dusk are the loveliest, most fragrant treasure of the warm season.

Anyway, hi, September, see ya Thursday!