I've always felt this sort of wistfulness about the change of seasons. A sense of nostalgia, perhaps, mingled with just a bit of regret. It's plagued me since I was a child, and I'm not entirely certain that I'll ever be completely free of this acute sensitivity. As each season ends, I always wonder, "Did I make the most of every moment? Was there something more I should have done? Were there opportunities I didn't take?" I've been making a very concerted effort since becoming a parent to be fully in the moment with my children, to see things as through their eyes and to experience the joy and wonder of the world around us. And it has helped, tremendously. But still, there remains this shred of melancholy. I was looking through some recent photos tonight and these struck me as a lovely illustration of our transition from spring to summer. They made me smile. I hope you like them, too.