So loving me some summer
these days.
Sitting under our fave tree,
having the odd brewski, talkin'
'bout old times. Why's it that no
other time compares to summer?!
Those underlying expectations
comin' true . . . picnics! Oh . . .
how I love picnics and they just
aren't the same at any other time.
One of the things I love about
these lazy days of summer is
people get out and about. Next
thing you know, visitors!
Trips . . . time to visit the kids.
Greatest of great times. The
grands're growing up so fast.
Seems each visit finds them
stretched yet another inch.
I despise shopping . . . still I
get a kick out of hitting the odd
second hand store in summer.
'Tis when most of our lovely
belles are cleaning out their
homes.
I can't hike anymore; I even
consider going to the mail box
my walk of the day. So, rides!
How I enjoy rides. Learned this
at the hand of my parents. Alas,
at the price of gasoline today,
rides are few and far between.
'Tis going to be a most lovely
day . . . think I'm dream up a
mimosa . . . or two!
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