This is just to say

Taking a Summer break

When my children were young, my Summers were entirely my own, to spend as we saw fit. We spent time in forests, and fields, and water. We biked and we hiked. We picked blueberries and lay in the hot sun. We made jams and pesto and pickles—insufficient foods to live on, but guaranteed to bring a burst of summer back in November, January, March.

I lived on…