An absence of schedule.
Lack of obligation.
No particular place to be.
No socks, no clocks, no dress code ….
Instead …. frogs singing me to sleep and songbirds chirping in my ear at daybreak, cups of really strong coffee… with cream. No skim, 2% or Flavoring … cream. Old dog snoozing happily in the porch. Too many books, watermelon for breakfast followed by a dip in the pool. Sunscreen, steak marinating, and cherries from the fruit stand up the road. Oscillating fans, screen doors, pool floaties and tan lines. Skirts, heels, lip gloss and painted toes. Linen shorts, baseball on the radio and supper on the patio … Tee times, bug spray, Tank tops, flip flops, and summer rains. Grilling out with Roy Orbison, Elvis and Tom Petty at the water’s edge. Windows open, daylight lingering… and a firefly’s dance within reach. Barbeque sauce, summer salads, and happy hour with friends.
Every year, the hubbs and I take 1 week off to do all of the above …and this year?
It starts this afternoon.
How ’bout you? Any vacay plans on the horizon?