Sweet Summer Bliss
It’s early yet. The dry heat of summer held off by remnants of spring and morning fog on the central coast. Memorial Day has past, parade over, and our children are fidgeting in the last of their school days before they bolt out the door yelling joyously, “Summer!” But not quite yet, the clock suddenly slows, stretching out those last few days into minutes that seem to last forever.
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| Strawberry Lemonade |
Come away with me.
It’s hot inside
and there’s a breeze on the deck.
The afternoon sun shimmers in the trees
and the table is shaded just right.
Come away with me.
As we sit and sip some lemonade.
Come away with me.
As we stop thinking so much
and let the lightness of the day
and the chirp of the birds
replace the noise in our heads
and the heaviness in our hearts.
Come away with me.
As we sit together
comfortable in the silences.
Because, in this moment,
we feel so connected
words are not necessary.
Come away with me.
As we sit together and just
breathe.
Link
Claire Robinson’s Strawberry Lemonade Recipe
How lovely… as I sit here with my feet up and dreaming what we will do this summer… cheers with a glass of lemonade.
Cheers across the miles Jamie. I hope you dream up something wonderful!
Ah, I love that song. Perfect, absolutely perfect for a long warm summernight… That is, if we would have any!
hopefully the sun will soon come your way Simone! Then we can sing along together 😉
oh, the breakfast is very romantic and beneficial) it will for sure make my spirits high for all day long)