Here is a list of the things I love about summer:
- reading books in the morning in our pajamas.
- staying up late to catch fireflies.
- hours at the pool.
- hours at the beach.
- lazy afternoons spent with friends.
- my new BBQ.
- summer rain.
- the possibilites.
- impending vacations.
- watching a moving in the afternoon.
- having time to play with toys and read books.
- fireworks.
- fresh fruit and vegetables.
- ice cream.
I remember my childhood summers as some of the most carefree, simple, glorious times. I spent the best years of my childhood on a foothill at the base of a small Oregon mountain. I remember countless rambles through the foothills. I remember the feeling of being completely alone in nature. I think that is a luxury my children will never have until they are adults. Solitude. I miss that from my childhood. Not that I wish to live as a hermit, but sometimes I long for that feeling, that quiet, that complete suspension of responsibility and obligation. I guess that's what I like best about summer. I get a chance to let go of a little responsibility and obligation. I get a little closer to the ten-year-old girl sitting alone under a canopy of prickly-pear trees on a sticky summer day listening to the buzzing of all the little flying creatures. Summer. Glorious Summer.
