Necessary

The offerings of summer are the little beauties we can only dream about in the mid-winter cold. Now they are abundant and everywhere you look. Summer begs us to rest, to see what's out there and not just pass it by.

To pick flowers and make bouquets.

To gaze at the warm-blue ceiling-sky.

To feel soft grass between bare toes.

None of it is wasted or idle,

In fact, it is necessary.