I am not interested in doing hard things anymore. I am too old. I want to do the fun things! Eat snow cones downtown on a sunny day, cut peonies from my garden in the evenings, and use pink in each and every design project I am involved in. I want to snuggle on my bed with a new book. I want to chase my dog through our lawn that all too soon will resemble a prairie. I want to run as fast as I can down the tree-lined avenue at the end of my street. If I run far enough, I might leave all my worries in the dust. Bonsoir, summer! I am so glad you are here!