my feet are never clean in the summer. no matter how i scrub them, they are very quickly black. and calloused. and my hair is matted. in the summer i can't grow out of my 10 year old self. she just sits in there directing. we sit by the lake picking glass, letting the waves wash up and soak my clothes. we run to the neighbors without putting on shoes. we eat ice cream whenever we get the chance. the only food we want is fresh fruit and barbecued veggie burgers with lemonade to drink. making quilts and listening to loud music. walking the dog along the lake. reading on the porch swing. and falling asleep at the end of the day, exhausted from the sun, with dirty feet. Tuesday, September 4, 2012
my feet are never clean in the summer. no matter how i scrub them, they are very quickly black. and calloused. and my hair is matted. in the summer i can't grow out of my 10 year old self. she just sits in there directing. we sit by the lake picking glass, letting the waves wash up and soak my clothes. we run to the neighbors without putting on shoes. we eat ice cream whenever we get the chance. the only food we want is fresh fruit and barbecued veggie burgers with lemonade to drink. making quilts and listening to loud music. walking the dog along the lake. reading on the porch swing. and falling asleep at the end of the day, exhausted from the sun, with dirty feet. 
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the most marvelous description of summer time ...
ReplyDeletei can't believe it's coming to an end soon...
DeleteI'm pretty certain you and i would get along just fine, beautiful post, just beautiful
ReplyDeletei think we would, laurie. i love hearing about your house and your adventures.....i just read about your sign last night.
DeleteThis is one of my favorites of all your posts. It's so you and I can see it all so clearly. I never realized but it is the ten year old you that runs around with that mischievous smile and is so delighted to move me out of my, oh so tiny (but getting bigger!), comfort zone. You and Mike- two of the best!
ReplyDeleteeven if i beep the horn while you're driving!?!?! haha.....
DeleteYou know that is exactly what I was thinking of!
DeleteI love that child's spirit you carry within you♥
ReplyDeletei can't seem to grow out of it. i was walking edgar after i posted this and thought of a whole bunch of more things that i share with children in the summer.
DeleteHa! I love this post. It so reminds me of myself when I was a child...always barefoot with green grass stained feet, a wide rim of red, grape or orange Kool-Aid around my mouth and barbeque chicken from the grill at my grandparents camp on the river in the summer. My hair was never combed out in the summer either. HAHAHA :)
ReplyDeletewho has the time to comb their hair in the summer!!! there is so much fun to be had. :)
DeleteI am also still a barefoot child. For me it was a river instead of a lake.
ReplyDeleteLove this post--brings back good memories.
That's what keeps us young. I have to remind myself to clean the dirt from under my nails and wash my feet in the summer. The hair though.. I haven't combed my hair in over 30 years. The advantage of curly hair.
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