Summer and the season of growing whisks past at a heart-thundering pace. Many blooms shine for just a few brief days or weeks and then they are gone, a memory of profound beauty. When they are just unfolding toward blossom they posses a mysterious unknown. They are preparing to show their face to the world, to reveal a glorious power, a full expression. It is the stress of heat, the response to being pruned, the experience of time that presses a bloom into being, toward its fullest articulation. From my perspective as a parent, after the age of three the clip of childhood can seem devastating. Everyday is something new, a hunger to learn, to grow, to experience and with the turn of each page our babes are growing into themselves, cultivating an independence, a curiosity outside of the box, however expansive, that we have shown and shared with them. They are revealing themselves to us, growing into themselves. It is with every moment a molding is occurring, They are figuring and finding who they are and want to be and become. They are trying on the different hats of identity and picking those that feel most familiar, most comfortable to be, what they share with the world, how they will face forward.