Wanting Blue

Once again, the blueness in the sky has left me.

I want to know why. As a child, my family vacationed in Vermont.  We'd camp at Calvin Coolidge State Park living in a lean to for two weeks. My Dad loved the out of doors.  My Mom not so much.  Those memories in New England made me want to spend more time in the northeast.

Driving over 1,000 miles to experience New England summers along with their famous fall foliage was always about gorgeous blue skies, cotton puffed white clouds.  All day long. Although I have to admit fall in the Smokies rings the bell. New England has a different fall.  Lovely.  Deeper tones.

But this spring and summer are wet ones. A touch of blue skies here and there, mostly there as gray clouds roll in.  More blue skies, more gray clouds. The blue vanishes.

I am wanting the New England summer's of my youth.  Now.