Tag Archives: summer

figuring it out.

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how to fit 4 kids and 1 log into 1 boat and get 2 to paddle it to make it move ahead?

use the trial and error and figure it out as you go method.

“if you wait to figure out everything before starting anything, it’ll never happen.”
― dhaval gajera, author

 

 

glen lake, glen arbor, michigan, usa – summer 2021

i didn’t go to the waterpark because it was raining, and i didn’t want to get wet. -jarod kintz

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perfect day for a waterpark visit

 full of

action, sun, squealing

 and lots and lots of water

i’m at my best in the lazy river area.

 

“as a group, we’ve been banned from two water parks, one bar, and a dog-grooming salon.”

-j.a. rock – author

all the loveliness.

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queen anne’s lace in august
Passing The Unworked Field
Queen Anne’s lace
is hardly prized but
neither is it idle,
look how it
stands fiercely
on its thin stem,
how it
nurtures its white budlets
with the
gift of the sun,
how it
makes for this world
all the
loveliness it can.
-Mary Oliver

summer reading.

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(not me, just someone who also loves summer reading, but probably does not nod off like i do)

“here is this delicious book and the whole day, both yours.”

the true pleasure or summer reading lies not so much in the novel itself, the writer hildegarde hawthorne explained in 1907, but the choice to devote oneself to it. summer reading as we now know it emerged in the u.s. in the. mid-1800s, buoyed by an emerging middle class and the birth of another cultural tradition: the summer vacation.

 

Art credit: Couch on the Porch, Cos Cob, Frederick Childe Hassam, 1914

very top of summer.

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“the first week of august hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year,

like the highest seat of a ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.

the weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring,

and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn,

but the first week of august is motionless, and hot.

it is curiously silent, too,

with blank white dawns and glaring noons,

and sunsets smeared with too much color.”

-natalie babbitt

 

 

 

 

 

 

image credit: pinterest