very stressed about summer. This year, I'm not. Yesterday was Independence Day, which usually - and ironically - brings with it an almost oppressive requirement to have fun. But I didn't worry that I wasn't really doing anything fun. It's going to be summer anyway, until those few weeks of fall show up as prelude to the long months of winter. It won't not be summer without the fireworks and vineyards and farms and lemonade and other summery things.
I do have a few plans for the next few months, like trips to places not very far away. But other than that I trust that enough summery things will present themselves, without my having to go searching for them.
here. I knew that it would be interesting, because relics of the 19th century exuberance for canals and railroad lines usually are. But I didn't know what it would look like.