Monday, July 11, 2011

Lazy Summer Days

I've always wondered exactly what is meant by that. The day's don't seem lazy to me, they simply fly by! My guess is that it's more about how people feel, or how they think that they should feel. I know that I"m not overly ambitious. My days are rather relaxed. I do laundry, I do dishes, or rather, Finn and I do them. We pick up toys. We eat peanut butter sandwiches, we lay under the apple tree and look at clouds. I have to admit, that part is simply amazing. There is nothing in the world that beats laying on fresh mown grass, eating peanut butter sandwiches, drinking cold lemonade and pointing out clouds with your child. It is everything I think Lazy Summer Days are supposed to mean. There is a peace and contentment in that moment that, to me, defines perfection.

Oh I know that there are more dishes to do, the dryer is probably done, the bushes in the front of the house need to be cut, the driveway has weeds that need to be pulled and I know the floor needs to be swept. I have several stories that are lingering, I can't count the sewing projects that need finishing. But right now, the clouds are moving, the shapes are changing and it's going to end far too soon.

Somehow, I don't think it's going to be the same when Finn no longer wants to lay there with me and watch the clouds. I can't hold on to these Lazy Summer Days, they are slipping between my fingers and there is nothing I can do to keep them.

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