Nothing like a field of flowers to instill dreamy thoughts of summers past especially those of one’s childhood. These carefree blooms, photographed at a winery in Missouri, were beautifully swaying in the breeze that day. Watching their movement, set on an slight elevation overlooking a small pond, with birds chirping and tweeting as they flew through the mix it was easy to imagine running through the flowers and grasses and wanting to escape to simpler times without the day in, day out worries and demands of our adult lives and responsibilities. To only think and act as a child, chasing dragonflies and searching for turtles and frogs along the water’s edge. Leaping with joy and abandon and living only in the moment, shrieking with delight at the smallest discoveries. Perhaps we should allow ourselves the simple pleasure of appreciating a summer afternoon spent the way a child would enjoy it. Probably easier said than done since our adult minds seldom let us go too long before thoughts of more serious, pressing matters intrude and spoil the party. A worthy goal though nonetheless.