Sunday, August 10, 2014

summer feet


In a way, though we have several weeks to go, I am already mourning the end of summer.  These days of togetherness.  Of adventures.  Of unstructured, unscheduled time.  When my children's heads smell like the lake we last swam in and food is fresh and raw.  Of easy clothing and skin that is sunkissed and scratched by brambles explored and bitten by all manner of insects.  And knees and shins that are bruised and scraped by ideas gone a bit awry.  Those, a family friend announced to Julia the other night, are summer legs, Julia!

Of days when Julia can disappear for a good while.  And come downstairs all pleased and smiling at her goofiness.  Sporting these handmade flip flops.

Ah.  Summer.

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