Looking back on a summer that flew by more quickly than most, I notice myself scrambling to find a few small things to take with me into the cooler seasons ahead. There may not have been any long hot days at the beach to look back on, but that’s ok…
Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.
~ Winnie the Pooh
Children playing in the sunshine, a warm breeze enjoyed while hanging out the laundry and flowers glimpsed coloring the wayside… these are the little things that will still provide warm memories of summer next January.
Perhaps it’s their vulnerability that endears these small things to us. Wild roses growing on the edge of a busy road…
Or tiny caterpillars crossing the trail…
Perhaps it’s because the blooming time for many small wild things is limited to just a couple of weeks a year.
And the rising summer sun a brief kiss of light.
Is it so small a thing
To have enjoyed the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved,
To have thought,
To have done?
~ Matthew Arnold
This post was inspired by Summertime written by Isabelle at Isathreadsoflife’s Blog.