Summer


I might try a summer theme this week, if I can plan ahead enough to get my literature in order. I was walking to the car this morning and it was already warm, and I thought of more Robert Hass. These are the first two lines of a poem I can’t remember the title of, but will find and report tomorrow:

“What summer promises is simply happines:
heat early in the morning, jays raucous in the pines…”