There's a beautiful, soft, pillowy, serene space in my head that used to be filled with school.
The luxury...the bliss. Summer beckons and I am ready to accept her invitation. My alarm is turned off, my days are lengthened. The promise of those first few days when school has ended and possibilities abound, makes me think of sand and sunscreen-smell, popsicles and fireworks, crepuscular forays into the pool, and grill smoke.
It's liberating to put aside thoughts of carpools and math problems. I'll learn something new every summer day...the strange, warbling croak coming from the yard belongs to tiny, fingernail-sized froglets. The Bai Horapa (Thai Basil) likes the heat of the porch, but needs a drink every other day or so. The pups will eat almost any bug which crosses their paths -- including wasps.
I'll also learn about people from foreign lands, creatures great and small and events that shape history. Adventures come with me wherever I find myself, thanks to the teetering stack of summer reading culled from the library and book store. In summers past, I've consumed books like glasses of lemonade...twenty, thirty, even more one season. Lovely!
The Limber de Cocoa pops are firming up in the freezer and the voices of the (big) kids resonate from unseen parts of the house. The pups are spread around my feet like melted sugar; the heat changes their forms from tight balls of fluff to long, ungainly stripes whose every possible surface is in contact with the cool tile.
Outside is green, so very green! I'm ready to be barefoot again till September...
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