It’s time for Purposeful Nothingness.
An absence of schedule. Lack of obligation. No particular place to be.
No socks, clocks or conference calls in sight.
Toes will wrinkle from hours in the pool and books will give evidence of wee ones’ splashes.
Finches will fatten at the feeders and squirrels will squander the sprinklers.
It’s time for summer nights under the stars, talking, laughing, singing, living.
It’s time for shared glances, twirly skirts, golf dates and date nights.
Every year, hubbs and I take a week off to do all of the above …and this year?
It starts this afternoon!
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Happy Independence Day!
God Bless America, my home sweet home!