Here in the South, children go back to school very early. Maybe it’s our agricultural roots, but for some, backpacks are already packed, the yellow buses are rolling, and all the papers that must/be/signed have been returned to the school administration. I wonder if parents still have papers to sign, or have they gone paperless too?
For all my Northern friends, who insist that summer will last through Labor Day goshdarnit, here is a six worded memoir of summer so far.
My butterfly tree is done blooming, but the white hydrangeas are alive with golden monarch wings: Breathtaking 
Sometimes, a Grandpa misses his little Love Bug, he takes to the sky for a quick trip to Nashville: Enchanting 
On these wonderfully crisp mornings, the sleeping porch becomes an oasis of bird song and sun: Musing 
To prove that aging isn’t a dirty word, one Great Grandma tackled the wonders of the digital age: Gratifying 
Not wanting to be left behind, the local sport club’s pool beckoned for fun joint-pain-free exercise: Energizing 
And a fifth tooth has appeared in my dose of almost daily Baby Bug pictures, with bagel/on/nose: Captivating 
Hope your summer has been wonderful so far!
