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The Batboat, crewed by ants, rocked.
I hear you… we just got back from playing on the sandbar behind Rob’s folks’ place. Sand dollars and hermit crabs and sea anenomes, OH MY.
I’m looking out their window right now at the ocean and backdrop of coastal mountains, crowned with big puffy clouds. And I’m wondering, what the HELL am I doing on a computer.
Off now… hope you have a lovely summery long weekend.
I’ve always been partial to fall. But down here that’s a bit of a formality; summer memories spill all the way down into mid-October, and later if you can include jack-o-lanterns in them.
Visiting friends, and standing barefoot on the railings of their decks, goes any place in the year it wants.
As does having friends visit.
Here’s to summer, then.
And I feel like summer is nearly over. Not the weather, of course, because I won’t reasonable temperatures until sometime in October, but we’ll be returning to school in another week. Now I’ll be waiting for winter too….
Few will look back on summer ’07 as full of wist as you are so affectingly above, Meg. June & July have deposited record quantities of water indiscriminately. We’re peeping cautiously through our well-washed windows now, hoping for an August that may provide the odd pleasant recollection!
Visiting my folks out at Margate, NJ, this week reminds me of all of the summers of my youth. Chasing the Atlantic waves, daring them to knock me down, and then being flabbergasted when they do. Standing ankle-deep in the water and feeling my toes goosh in with each covering of seafoam. Eating way too much/many sub sandwiches, salt water taffy, popsicles, lemonade, steamers, cotton candy, watermelon, corn, frozen Snickers bars. Fireflies (no, not eating). DOLPHINS running up and down the shore.
But what I can’t regain are sprinklers. They are too cold and too small for my adult body. The neices and nephews bounce in and out and their shrill yelps make a symphony of fun. I sit with a Diet Coke and wish liliputian dreams for a minute, and then come back to center when I remember that I now have it in me to have bought all of them chocolate tacos on the beach just a little while ago.
Very nice. Love the last photo.
I must say that in my camp counselor days, I spent more time convincing little jim or whoever that the sunscreen does not go on the hot dogs.
RM
I heart summer. And you :)
Yum. You’ve captured the Vancouver summer perfectly. Now: we really have to sort out that meet-up, because it’s insane that we live this close and haven’t met yet.
The only bad thing about summer? It’s too short.