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 # Stories to Tell
+## Lemon Lyme Summer
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+The sun rises orange against blue. A thin slice of crisp morning light squeezed between twin blue worlds of lake and cloud. The tips of the pines above glow for a moment before the sun slips up and behind the clouds. It rises near the center  of the bay when we arrive in April. By Solstice it's no longer rising over the lake at all, but far north, from some spot obscured from view by land and trees. There it rises all summer.
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+The end of August rolls around, air thick and still, before the sun begins again to rise over the water. Orange and blue mornings return, but the light is changed. Autumn is a quality of light, a taste in the air. Something new is added. The world is clearer, the edges sharper, it feels like around the corner, all will be revealed. The earth is brilliantly alive. You can taste it. If I could live in perpetual Autumn I would, for a while at least. 
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+In between, while sun rises in the trees, is Summer. The light is bright and yellow by the time it cuts through the evergreens. It feels slightly sluggish, the haze of humidity weighing it down. Ashland, a mere four miles across the bay, is sometimes lost in the haze. Thankfully the lake is always there, always cool, often cold, even on the hottest days.
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+Our summers in the north seem to get every busier. Despite my best determination not to be hurried, we lived between baseball and juijitsu, acting camp and sailing camp. This year the girls were invited to teach sailing for the younger kids, so that one stretched out even more. When I type it out it doesn't sound like much. Maybe it isn't. Busy is relative. Our busy is sedate next to what some of my parenting friends describe. 
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+Still, I look forward to the middle of August, when things settle down. This year we had a string of warm weeks around then, almost no rain and temps in the 80s. We spent most of our time in the lake, on the paddle boards, with the occasional break to pick berries.
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 ## economics
 Once people get over the big blue bus, two questions inevitably follow.