How did we arrive here already? Just as we were settling into summer, that esteemed season that isn’t overly constrained and monitored by schedules of older and wiser beings, it whittles down. A span of time where my Bears were building on their autonomy and discovering adventures on their own. A time where clambering over mossy stones with sticks as their aides, where dinning alfresco to the symphony of cicadas while waiting for the night sky to count fireflies—this is what it’s all about. Where tongues loll from hard play in the heat and then for licking the melon juice from chins…these good ole’ summer days.Under darkening skies, the mood is a bit grim for as the month ripens it will trammel our customary leisure tracts. Today I feel the thunder rumble the house and the lightening flashes with extraordinary vengeance. It’s a race against time. Noses pressed against the hazy windows, we sleuth the patterns of the clouds for our suits are already on and we are eager for a plunge. I spot a clearing in the sky. It may not mean blue skies for today, but it certainly will be another day. In any case I prefer to swim under grey skies, better still a darken evening sky with sparkling stars. The upside to all these dramatic storms is our not-nearly-perfect-flora barely demanded any help from us to quench their thirst. I’m also coveting a peach tree right now. I will start one from seed in the greenhouse and who knows by start of next summer or most likely the ensuing one we can plant it, so we can enjoy them plucked from the tree. We linger a little longer out here these days. Around the poolside, cousins; more shrills and more fun with inventive games. This raucous affair caught by the golden light…we linger here more purposefully, more thoughtfully. Here in the wild, deliriously so for it’s a race against time until we start following a bell schedule with sharpened pencils in hand.