Summertime

It's been so warm lately that it's probably making nuns curse. The above picture was taken at 11:45 am today. I had already had an iced mocha and emptied a similar water bottle.

A childhood friend referred to us Washingtonians as "mossbacks" the other day and I laughed. It's true: my webbed feet & fingers are drying out.

Being a lake kid as a child, I still want to go swimming every single day during the summer. Unfortunately, the parents live too far away to make driving down there to swim worthwhile.

My mom said that the Nieces asked to come out to swim the other day. After they were done, they were hungry so the mom made them tunafish sandwiches with chips and pop. As she told me about it, it reminded me of the hundreds of times she did that with us kids.

My childhood was not idyllic but that was a memory that is deeply ingrained.

What memory have you experienced through your children or nieces/nephews?

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. ~John Lubbock