For the Summer - Ray LaMontagne

Rollin' through these hills I've known I'd be comin'
Ain't a man alive that likes to be alone?
Been a while since I seen my lady smilin'
Have I been, have I been away so long?

I am tired
I am tired

Can I come home for the summer?
I could slow down for a little while
Get back to loving each other
Leave all those long and lonesome miles behind

Through the years I have learned
Some things worth the tellin'
And you'd be right in guessin'
That each and every lesson they were hard won

I am tired
I am tired

Can I come home for the summer?
I could slow down for a little while
Get back to loving each other
Leave all those long and lonesome miles behind

You'll follow her wherever she goes
You love her and you just wanted to know
That you'll follow her, you'll find a way
'Cause you love her and you just wanted to know

my glasses aren't functioning properly (10 reasons)

 

1 grumpy husband trying to get a new business off the ground 

2 surly teens studying for midterm exams

3 big pups with (12) muddy paws

4 baskets of laundry waiting to be folded

5 drops of half and half in the carton and I. Need. Coffee.

6 boxes of Christmas decorations to be repacked and stored

7 years of bad luck - yeah, I just broke a mirror

8 new gray hairs - at least

9 weeks until spring

10 minutes until I have to get back in the car...

 
(photo - "See the world through rose-colored glasses" by Annie Ragot, 2011)

 

A Series Project

my oh-so-talented daughter ~

Simple Pleasures...

The warm feeling in my heart, knowing my children are with their grandparents. Makes my coffee taste like heaven.

Summer is truly, heavenly. Long lazy days, hot nights on the porch or in the pool, listening to peepers and peeping at myriad lightning bugs (what we called them as children). It is truly a golden time of year. Knowing that when we wake, we have the day before us, no crummy homework waiting, no 6:30 alarm.

Summer makes me think and speak in similes...trite little isms that make my teeth hurt -- like sugary candies.

My "babies" are so grown up! The empty nest isn't just a speck in the distance any more. And I have no desire for them to leave! A crappy day in summer is still better than any day in school. Can't help it; I like 'em, bickering and all.

Beautiful, delicate, creative daughter...she is truly the artist at work. I watch her grow and bloom, crafting images with her pencil and her lens, startling me with her perspective. She leaves me curious, wanting to see more.

Strong, handsome, tender-hearted son...in all his golden glory. His new-found confidence, his athletic prowess, his desire to enmesh himself in the outdoors. Would love nothing more than to be dropped in the middle of the forest to test his knowledge, skills and body.

They fill my heart. Sometimes, it literally aches with the fullness of them.

More coffee, please.