“Bring back those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer,” went the old Nat King Cole song, which I just learned from Wikipedia was originally a German tune.  It’s one of those ditties that once stuck in your brain remains there, so I will not link to it.

The song has been in my mind these last few days as we enter full-on summer, with temperatures in the 90s and rising humidity. It is, without a doubt, my favorite time of year. And now that I’m working at home I’m able to be out in it most of the day.

Besides avoiding a long and often-arduous commute, being outside this summer is my favorite part of the new arrangement. To be a part of the scene — part of the whole buzzing, bird-chirping, lawnmower’ing, afternoon-thunderstorm’ing package — is as close to mindfulness as I can get.