For the first summer in very, very many, I didn’t write a Summer Wish List. I began to do them back when I blogged, motivated by someone else’s list to make my own. I linked to hers, although I no longer remember which blogger’s list inspired me. The list, much like New Year’s Resolutions, worked differently in different years. Sometimes, it filled with links to things I did, places I loved, events that sounded very cool near to where I lived, like the potluck dinner across the Bridge of Flowers in Shelburne Falls. I’ve never been to…