Okay, we're ready – bring on summer!
After hosting an end of year party and a trip to the springs things started to wind down. We are not a family that will fill the entire summer with a string of camps. Each child has a couple activities, but I think it's important (and economical) to be able to switch gears and spend some time off of a full schedule for a while.
Well, there we were on that first day with nothing going on. Everyone was stewing in their juices. If I had some sort of app that could count how many times the word “Mommy” was called out I'm sure my high scores would have unlocked the “She/He won't leave me alone” level. Ugggg...
They were having trouble switching gears.
“Get your shoes on.” I said, “We're going on a walk.”
There was a storm brewing at the tip of the mountain, but being poured on was a small price to pay to break-up the funk.
I ignored complaints for the first five minutes. As we listed to the creek rush under the bridge our eyes cleared and our ears seamed to shift on our heads, like a fox or a pony, picking up the subtle sounds that escaped us before. Summer greeted us – not carnivals, airplanes, boardwalks and diving boards (those are great by the way) but the summer of the countryside that you can get lost in 'till you're called for dinner.
A stream to dip your toes in
a roadside lined with daylilies
A storm passing
sun breaking through
wild berries
a jar with quartz, tadpoles and snails
ending the day perfectly dirty
