Summer is the season of temptation. So ample is summer in its richness of color, of texture, of scent, sound, and more, that the longing to simply pause and plunge headlong into each passing sensation is all but impossible to withstand.
In her poem “Goblin Market,” Christina Rossetti illustrates this with a lushness of language as she describes the goblin-men’s attempts to ply sisters Lizzy and Laura with their cornucopia of enchanted fruits: “Bloom-down-cheek'd peaches, swart-headed mulberries, wild free-born cranberries, crab-apples, dewberries, pineapples, blackberries, apricots, strawberries—all ripe together in summer weather.”
Who can resist such temptation? In a season when even time seems more abundant, when the minutes seem to slow to a molasses-sweet crawl, why not surrender to the splendor that surrounds you? Such beauty, to be found in…