Memorial Day - to remember our fallen heroes. And the official start of summer season. For humans, it's not the tilt of the earth or the length of the day, it's the calendar. In three short weeks, the kiddies will all be off from school for ten long glorious weeks. I started my first blog here about summer and childhood memories.
This weekend was a classic in my opinion for my son.
Friday: short day, long playdate, capped with a trip to Skippolini's for pizza and funny little squishy eraser animals that are so in with the elementary crowd.
Saturday: playing G.I. Joe all day in Daddy's jeep, then the new Star Trek movie (two buttery fingers up!)
Sunday: nine holes of golf with Daddy, hours of swimming with friends at the pool including dodge ball in the baby pool. Throwing a ball and hitting people? Does it get any better? What is it about you boys.
We just finished eating Daddy's bbq on the patio and the boys are throwing baseballs into the dusk.
I got paperwork done, a top feeling in my book and I got the front yard looking spiffy. When it's clean, my little front yard becomes a moving Zen painting. The rock river winds around sprouting palms, bright yellow rock daisies with the overhead canopy of our gigantic mulberry tree, my favorite tree ever. When the weeds are tamed and the rocks are gracefully misplaced, it all comes together to create a little green paradise. It may not look like much to outside eyes but to me it is art in nature. It is mine and Mama Nature's.
Ahhh,,summer.
