I love summer.
I love the pace of it. I love the flowers. I love the walking outside at the park. I love the warmth….but not if the temp is over 85F. HHBL and I differ on this. His summer motto is, “The hotter the better.”
It is a rift that cannot be mended I am afraid.
But I digress.
Which isn’t unusual.
But, now that the progeny are all grown up or almost so there are things that I miss about summer.
I miss the hours of play in the sprinkler or the wading pool.
I miss deciding that we didn’t need to do chores and that we would go play in the park
I miss the early summer mornings when it would just be me that was up. The slower rhythms of the day. No getting up early to get ready for school. No schedule.
4th of July with all the progeny in tow and their wonder and enjoyment at all the floats still intact.
Please forgive the belly bag. And perhaps also the striped shorts. I didn’t know any better.
The days unencumbered by the thought that we should pick up the family room. To quote Scarlett, “Tomorrow is another day.”
Weeks at The Cottage where the days stretched endlessly out in front of us with only the prospect of playing in the water, ice cream at Julius’s and good slumber at the end of the day…..or in the middle if we so chose.
Nephew Austin in his preferred “I am dead to the world” pose. I think we just left him there for the night.
Endless hours of dress up.
Frogs from the window well that provided endless hours of enjoyment. Thank goodness I didn’t know that TMO was keeping one in a shoe box in her closet.
I believe that one of these frogs was the soon to be “late and lamented” Frank. You need to say the name like you are a pretentious French person.
Poor Frank met an untimely end underneath my left rear tire on the van.
But now life is all cleaning my house and doing other adult things. I don’t have any progeny at home to tempt me to do nothing and enjoy it. The rhythms of my summer days are just about the same as all the other days of the year.
I miss those summer days.
Now if I could just find someone to wash the dog…..he stinks.
Edit: Um Shoe Queen has reminded me that she is currently in residence so therefor not all the progeny are gone. I hand my head in shame at the omission.