Saturday, July 23, 2011
Summer? Is That Really You?
Lisa tweeted something yesterday about the "downswing of summer," and Alison said something about feeling a "distinct whiff of autumn" . . . Nooooo, she wails, no . . . . We haven't even been in swimming here yet.
As it entices little girls to venture into tide pools and young parents to stretch out for a nap on sun-warmed rocks
and rolls together memories of so many summers of watching kids jump waves or roll logs in the water or gleefully turn over rocks to watch crabs scurry in all directions . . . even memories of being those kids . . . .
So I was ever so happy to be woken at 5 by an already-bright sky, to grab my camera and tiptoe past the door where my daughter and her little XYorkie, Henry, will still be sleeping for a few hours, and walk barefooted and still in my pjs down to the waterfront stairs to sit in rapture.