Summer Retrospective

In these recent days of gorgeous fall weather, I'm remembering fondly our easy days in the early part of the summer, before the heat really started getting to us and the restlessness set in.

I'm not much of a poet, but every once in awhile I'm inspired to give it a stab.  At the end of June I jotted the following down in a journal:

Summer Days

Popsicles on the porch edge,
Sturdy green plastic pool with slide.
Both shared with neighbors and friends,
or sometimes just Mama and Dada.

Traipsing through the garden barefoot,
Cucumber, peppers, beans, strawberries, tomatoes.
Black swallowtail caterpillars
Munching our dill and parsley.


Sticking to the shade,
Barefoot and naked.
Skin turning golden,
Hair sun-kissed white.

Inside, choo-choo tracks and nap,
The occasional TV show.
Baking cookies with Mama,
Scooping, dumping, stirring

Using Mama's cloth cutting boards for roads.
Driving the cat (and Mama) a little bit crazy.
Climbing on big beds, cars in hand,
Flipping through "cookie book" pages.

Up and down with the sun.
Hugs all around,
In the early morning hours.
Books, songs before bed.

Full days and quiet nights.
Fulfilling days of home and simplicity.
Growing a boy.
Building a family.