with a wave of her wand mother nature has released us from
the dark depths of winter. according
to the wee ones, summer has begun. a mess of steamers were purchased. beer carefully selected. laughter
of a half dozen little girls melts into soft corners of new growth. a queue forms at the swing set. bunnies in the yard are chased. lines from a new play are written and
rehearsed. adult conversation is
interrupted by little squirming children looking for a touch of attention
before bolting for more adventures with the big kids. the sun sets but the breeze does not disappoint bringing in
warm air with the darkening sky. a stick hunt ensues and marshmallows are stabbed. with full bellies and dirty paws the witching hour falls
upon us quickly. home and tucked
in before midnight we pray to the gods of long summer nights and high-five them
all for a job well done.
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