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Sweet Summertime


It seems like every summer around this time I'm itching for Fall. I'm usually tired of sticky fingers, frizzy hair, and antsy about wearing that long sleeve sweater I bought too soon. But this year is different. I'm not sure if it's my new attitude of embracing the moment or if my blood is really changing, but either way I am loving this summer heat. Yes it's still humid and I've given up on taming my hair (in fact I don't even use a hair straightener anymore), but I've decided it's my carefree beach look and I'm owning it.

While watching the sunset last night this Robert Frost poem my mom introduced me to when I was very young flittered through my mind. The poem used to make me sad but now I see that these summer moments and late evening sunsets are so special because they are fleeting.

Hope you all are having as beautiful a summer as I am.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.