Summer mornings. Is there anything more pathos-inducing than the idea of our glorious summer dissipating into a distant memory? Will we look back in years to come on the Summer Of 2018 as the year of golden sunrises, a dreamlike did-it-really-happen myth, never to be experienced again in our lifetime? Hmmm, maybe that’s a tad melodramatic, but there’s something extra special about sun-soaked August mornings, especially those spent amongst lush foliage and blush-hued hydrangeas as far as the eye can see.
On the upside, this in-between gap of post-summer, not-quite-autumn has its own brand of optimism. (more…)