Somewhere along the way, the meaning of “the dog days of summer” has been lost on me.
A time of carefree magic that only a child holds onto without a worry in the world.
My wish for you this summer is that you may find moment so relaxing that you can literally shut out a crazy chaotic household, and embrace what it means to enjoy a “dog’s day of summer.”
(And in the words of my daughter…”it’s just so cozy.”)
That beautiful season . . . the Summer of All-Saints! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow