No more snow landscapes for me!


But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,        William Shakespeare
I am so weary already of Winter. It is such harsh beauty that today I need to remember Summer. William Shakespeare, chose the beauty of Summer to compare to the one he loved. There is hidden beneath the gentle sound of the waves and the call of  the gulls a reminder of an eternal Summer is promised to us who have placed our
trust in the hands of the creator of all the seasons.

Now learn this parable from the fig tree: When its branch has already become tender and puts forth leaves, you know that summer is near. Matthew 24:32