The season of summer has always seemed like the slowest time of the year. As a boy there was no school. As an adult, I work for a college university, again school is out for many. Work marches on. Yet I feel that summer is the laziest of seasons. For this I love it.

A slow pace doesn’t equal a bad pace or boredom. In American culture the pace is often rush and then rush and then rush some more. We want what we want and we want it right now. No, actually we wanted it five minutes ago! I find this to be unhealthy. It’s good to slow down, look around, wonder, enjoy life and take to heart all the beauty of day to day life.

This summer take the time to read books, go on walks, have a glass of iced tea or a pint of  beer on…