a letter to summer

Dear Summer,

The thing I really love about you is your long days and short nights. I love to see the sunrise early and set late; that is probably my favorite thing you bring. I also love that you let me wear flips flops every day, not only because I don't have to go to work for six weeks, but because my toes won't get cold and you remind me to keep them painted pink as a girl's toes always should be (even when they turn black from wearing running shoes too small, but I haven't done that for a long time and this isn't about running).

Another thing you bring with you is all the greenery outside including that wonderful smelling russian olive tree and beautiful gardens with delicious fruits and vegetables. Oh, how I love the fruits and vegetables. But you know who else brings those yummy, crunchy, juicy treats? Your sister Autumn, and Summer I cannot lie she is the one I really wish for.

It's been real Summer. And though, you have much to offer {and will surely stay for quite a few weeks yet} I find myself dreaming of soft breezes, warm jackets, red, orange, and brown leaves... Isn't Autumn romantic? It makes me think of Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan emailing back and forth about a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils and saying it would be a shame to miss New York in the fall (or do they say it's a shame to miss it in the spring?) Who knows? I hate to wish away time and I do love these late sunsets, but I cannot deny I love the fall.

And if you enjoy dogs or curling up in a warm blanket you'll enjoy this video.



Peace Out- Terrible T

is it summer?

How do you know when it is summer?

I know it is summer when...

I wear my hair up, which I hate doing.

and when...

It is still light outside at 8:53 PM
Everyone else is out of school and yet I am not.
Otter pops taste really good.
Other people are tan, I am not.
During a 5 PM run I: stand in someone's sprinklers, almost die of dehydration, and get really excited about the water fountain in the public library.