As F. Scott Fitzgerald so very eloquently put it in The Great Gatsby: “And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees…I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” Growing up, whenever that final school bell rang announcing the beginning of summer recess, the most exciting part for me was the adventure that awaited out in the great unknown — it meant building things and swimming and going for long walks on the beach. It meant family barbecues and miles of highways on endless road trips. Without fail, all those summers of my youth made me a better person, a more well-rounded human being. To this day I return from my summer sojourns eagerly anticipating the autumn and the height of the social season. May this summer be one for the record books and one you will remember and cherish for a lifetime.
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass or the sand on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, the breeze on my face or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.” — John Lubbock
