We are now a week into the school year and summer is slowly, but surely winding down. As I look back over the last few months of craziness that was summer, I have no regrets. I feel like I truly sucked the marrow out of summer vacation… really made the most of it.
I…
…hiked many a mile through sage brush and wildflower both.
…distributed dozens and dozens of ice cold popsicles among the children of the neighborhood. (And subsequently picked up dozens and dozens of sticky popsicle sticks off the lawn).
…zipped across many a glassy lake on the jet skies.
…ate my weight in sweet, delicious, buttery corn on the cob.
…washed about one hundred and one loads of wet swimming suits and beach towels.
…made about one hundred and one salads for various potlucks and summer BBQs.
…religiously applied sunblock over and over on my fair skinned, red-headed children…and myself too.
…enjoyed cold, refreshing treats when the temperatures soared.
…picked hundreds of red, ripe raspberries, and ate those red, ripe raspberries.
…gave much needed comfort to a shell-shocked dog who spent most of July under the bed due to neighborhood fireworks.
..scratched a million mosquito bites.
…applied bandages to dozens of scraps and scratches on dozens of knees and elbows.
…attended several family reunions and girls camps
…sat through hours of my boy’s swimming lessons.
You get the picture. It was a great summer. I enjoyed it, savored it, tried to appreciate those summer experiences that won’t be possible when the weather turns cold. I’m happy that we are settling into the routine and structure that the school year provides, but I will miss the lazy, crazy days of summer…especially that corn on the cob!
5 comments:
Looks fabulous. I was scratching a mosquito bite as I read this. tee hee.
Also, way to go on climbing on Mt Timpanogas (i have no idea how to spell that). It looked spectacular!
Wow - fabulous photos!
I want that corn so bad.
Your summer was indeed a triumph - so was mine, many thanks to you.
That was Laura, pretending to be Dani.
summer perfection.
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