Instead of complaining we sweat our sorrows away. We write love notes to Summer on our legs because we can’t find a paper but we do have a pen.
When our mother takes us berry picking too many times, and we all smile when the cobbler comes out and the vanilla ice cream is on sale. We eat our dessert at night, in china bowls with mismatched spoons while the sprinklers kick on and spray withered plants. At night everything is refreshed, droplets of water on flowers and faces.
When it’s morning time we drink coffee with milk and watch Mister Rogers. We argue over X because some of us think he’s an owl but we aren’t all convinced. When we wear pajamas and watch the baby squish banana on his head, it’s Summer time.
Everybody’s fancy, everybody’s fine. Pass the popsicles.
love it!
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Ahhhhh…summer. Even if I were freezing my boobs off in Antarctica, you would bring it straight to me.
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this is a perfect ode to summer. and it makes me hungry for berry cobbler, especially “in china bowls with mismatched spoons.”
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Pass the popsicles, indeed. Or at least the berries. When I was young, my grandparents had raspberry bushes in their backyard, and I remember picking them every summer with my grandpa until they moved. Summertime is fresh raspberries and homemade ice cream.
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Cute pictures! Those berries look delicious. I just popped over from Flower Patch Farmgirl. 🙂
~FringeGirl
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Yes and yes. When “math gets hot” around here, we throw the baby pool out and dump every bath toy we own into it. It's delightful. Mama gets an iced coffee and watches how happy neglected bath toys can make any aged child feel in that baby pool.
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Oh, this makes me yearn, yearn I tell you, for the sweetness of those lazy days of summer with my little chicks all around me and there was nothing better.
On most days, I'm fine, actually really fine, that we are all growing up and away, but then something like your beautiful words here, strikes that deep maternal chord and I just want one day of that back.
Sighhhh. My house is quiet today, telling the tale of children who are one foot out into their own world.
Enjoy your beautiful moments, every blessed one.
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i am smack-dab in the center of LOVE with you and your sweaty summer life. no training wheels is AWESOME; high-five that kiddo from me. and seriously, trash cans should move.
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What a wonderful way to welcome summer! I love the banana!
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You have the best way with words. Great post, great photos.
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Leslie is right. This really is an ode. And I love it, your boys, summer, and you.
And you know me, fancy is one of my love languages.
Of course X is an owl.
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Blackberries are my very favorite.
Well.
Almost.
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We made ink pen tattoos this week, too. And because I'm the only one who can write in English, they said MOM with a giant heart. That's my love letter to summer.
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oh i love this, i love your writing so much xxxxx
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oh i love this i love your writing so much xxxx
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