Another Ode to Summer, for I am not yet ready to acknowledge an autumn which does not truly begin until the September Equinox, on the 22nd day of this month (days away, yet). Yes, school is back in session. Yes, the nights are cooler, some mornings even crisp. And I have even enjoyed a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks or two. But I must sing of my love for the summer until the last verse fades softly…
“Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all’s right with the world.” ~Ada Louise Huxtable
A million shades of blue.
The ferry carried us from the beautifully-appointed resort to the sandy seashore.
Tredessa read Robert Liparulo the entire trip. We are fans.
Little creatures delighted us.
Balmy. Breezy. The ocean. Huge pools of clear, barely-cool water.
Beautiful sunsets, lovely evenings. Suntans.
The flora and fauna drip fulsomely from nooks and crannies without a care in the world, and are the same plants WalMart sells us for our houses. Yet we must labor mindfully to keep them alive.
Luke is a bigger ham than Tredessa.
Why can’t I have a sandy beach 5 minutes from home? Why must I travel so far for this one much-desired amenity?