In our bedtime book tonight: “all things move in a hurry when it is Spring”. The charcoal sky and thunderstorms over dinner felt sharply like August, and it seems we’ve blinked and the summer is banging upon our door. Jane graduates from pre-school tomorrow, and today we spent a hot, hazy afternoon cooling off in a friend’s pool. I love the heaving tug into summer, but weren’t the lilacs just blooming? Most likely last week's farmer’s market asparagus will be our last. Early bloomers in our yard have fallen prey to the heat, with brown paper petals replaced by swooping lupines, midnight-tipped sage, and foxgloves racing towards the sky.