“In summer, the song sings itself.”
Just wanted to share that line with you, that’s all. It runs through my head almost every day during the summer, especially when I walk past huge lush bushes, flowers bobbing their heads, nests full of peeping wrens. We’re on the other side of all that by now, really–the cicadas are loudly doing their thing outside my window, and autumn is on its way. Before it ends for good I wanted to share that beautiful line with you.