It’s that time of year again when we are rarely inside the house. Long lazy summer days that consist of mornings at the camp or at the park, afternoons playing on the street with the neighbourhood kids and evenings spent on the patio eating an early barbequed dinner.
I have no interest in traveling anywhere this summer. After one of the most treacherous winters I can remember, it’s just bliss to enjoy my own home and yard without the hindrance of snow and ice. Every morning of sunshine and wafting summer breezes is a gift and I’m appreciating every moment of this season. Every ice cream cone eaten outside is ambrosia, and every mundane act (like watering my flowers or filling the wading pool) takes on a heightened state in its summer form. Ice cream, fresh cut grass, wading pools at the park, nut-brown babies with natural highlights from the sun, lips and tongues stained with red popsicles, sprinklers, scraped knees, barbequed hot dogs and potato salad. I love, love, love it all.
Here’s a pic of the Baby (she’s three months!)and I at the park:
And another of my kids playing soccer: