Summer vacation ….Oh how I love you.
The past week of purposeful nothingness has been just what I hoped for and exactly what we needed:
The pinch of summer sun on shoulders, ears and noses.
Freshly grilled meals. Crunchy summer salads, orchard fruits, farmers market finds and ice cold beer.
Wrinkling of toes, too long in the pool. Water splashed onto my book.
The daily presence of friends, Tigers baseball and a steady shuffle of songs on the mp3 player.
The squeaky voices of delighted grand-babies. The oohs and ahhs from fireworks.
Flags waving in the summer breeze.
Finches fattening at the feeder.
Meandering mornings watering plants who will mourn vacation’s end.
The lazy evenings watching fireflies dance through the yard.
Summer nights under the stars, talking, laughing, living.
Shared glances, twirly skirts, golf dates and date nights.
An absence of schedule. Lack of obligation. No particular place to be.
Summer vacation, oh how I love you.