summer

It's always like this, isn't it? Waiting for summer, waiting for summer, waiting for summer and then, boom: picnics, popsicles, mosquito bites; when did it begin? I switched readers, but somehow the whole blogging thing has changed, right? And tumblr is wholly unsatisfying. I think I'm feeling sentimental because in two days, The Summer Workshop starts with nineteen writers (ages 14-18) and nine generous guest authors and free pizza from our neighbors and free bagels from our other neighbors and I'm just feeling so damn grateful.
Photo: mine