Until tonight, it hadn’t sunk in that it was summertime. But after a full day of not knowing what to do with the kids, summer hit me. It seems to be off to the perfect start. In the back yard sits a tent with a little boy staring at the sky waiting for the bats to come out. After working all day, Chris lay in the grass contemplating the enormous height of the ancient maples in our yard. I felt relaxed enough to sit in the grass and do absolutely nothing this evening. I guess if my camera was in hand then I was technically doing something, but it sure felt relaxing. The day lilies, which for some reason I curse every year seemed to glow tonight in a beautiful way. Even the dog is content as witnessed by his tongue hanging out a mile after his thousandth fetch for the day. I finished off the day by heading up to the orchard trying to capture something new in a view that seems as reliable as a torn up old pair of jeans. I never tire of it and the new season makes it feel like a destination once again. The temperature has reached the 70’s and becomes life’s miracle. Really, who could ask for more than this?