


Summer.
My favourite season.
Everything seems easier,
even the dreaded housework.
Each day more vivid, than the last.
Every joy, a new one.
My son listening to the ice hockey on
the TV in his bedroom.
A bunch of sweet peas on my kitchen table.
Reading my favourite poem.
Pretending the words are falling all around me on the
summer air.
Looking at the paintings of the sea
and imagining myself there.
Wimbledon then.
Now.
Summer.
Stay.
Wimbledon images of * Little Mo, aka Maureen Connolly
and Serena Williams ( this year's champ ) via Google
Hi flower!
ReplyDeleteThis post made me smile. You described so many of the things I associate with summer. I don't watch the tennis, but there's normally someone in my family watching it so I'm always aware when it's on. I can often hear it faintly from where I'm perched with a book or some knitting.
I missed you sweetpea, and I was only gone for one day! Lol.
AML
Kess
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Hallo my darling :)
ReplyDeleteKess I miss your daily posts so much,
I've decided I'm a Kess junkie. LOL.
( Glad you missed me a little too :))
AML
Anna
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