Posted on July 12, 2019
there were those hot sticky nights
picnics by flashlight on the dewey grass
waiting for the fireworks
we chased fireflies
Posted on July 10, 2018
“Summertime, oh, summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade-proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweetfern and the juniper forever and ever . . . the cottages with their innocent and tranquil design, their tiny docks with the flagpole and the American flag floating against the white clouds in the blue sky, the little paths over the roots of the trees leading from camp to camp. This was the American family at play, escaping the city heat.”
― E.B. White