
Is there any other time of year when I want to sit on a rock in the middle of, say, the Shady Rill, at 5 p.m.—water sounds all around me, the sun making its last visit to the brook—and space out? No, there is not. But today, returning from a sad visit to the veterinarian, we stopped, water sandals in hand, and let the sounds and the light dancing on the little brook soothe us. There is nothing like it. As my sister Carola always says, “Nature never disappoints.” And on some level, it’s true. The leaves are heavy on the trees, as full of pumped-up liquid as they will ever be. Never mind the white pine needle-drop about to sweep through our forests….it will heal, new needles will grow, for just now, all is well, summer is here.
-Nona Estrin







