I don’t have the summertime blues.
Sure, whenever I’m confronted with an internet security question — What is your favorite sport? — I don’t have to strain to remember what I said last time. It’s always the same. My favorite sport is skiing. Whenever my kids struggle to figure out what to give me for my birthday or Father’s Day, they have no problem. They order some silly piece of skiing ephemera from the New England Ski Museum or, in the case of Younger Daughter, make away with a trail sign that the maintenance crew of her local area mindlessly left by the side of the trail.
So you’d think summer was a recreational desert for me — and for so many of the readers of this journal. Not so. Not by a long shot.
Consider Psalm 121 and its words to live by: I lift up my eyes to the mountains.