The word summer brings to mind flowers in bloom, a bright sun exuding warmth on my skin and children riding their bikes down a suburban street. It reminds me of walking barefoot in the cool grass, running through the sprinkler as a child, and catching fireflies in glass jars as the sun sets on the day. I look back fondly on summers spent at my maternal grandparents' home on Lake Champlain. They were lazy days; swinging in a green hammock with white fringe, building sand castles on the beach, floating on inner tubes in the cool water, and eating peanut butter and honey sandwiches for lunch. My joy for the everyday today is in the beauty around me that brings to mind wonderful memories of my yesterday.
