Feels Like Fall

I’m not the biggest fan of summer.  I don’t really care to sweat unless I’m doing manual labor in a ball cap and cruddy clothes…pumpkin bread doesn’t taste near as good when it’s 98 degrees out…there is no football and baseball just doesn’t do it for me…I can’t stand sunscreen on soooo many levels (feel, smell, chemicals, etc.) but don’t want my kiddos to burn on prolonged outdoor days…flip flops aren’t good for my horribly flat feet but confining them in real shoes just doesn’t feel good or right…I could continue, but that almost seems hateful.  😉

Today, though…when it’s barely 75 and breezy and the sky is a rich blue and there isn’t hardly a cloud in the atmosphere…when it feels like fall…I dig it.  So do these two…

Sweet sibs
Sweet sibs

I wrote on Facebook earlier, “how you hardly make a kid nap on a day like today??”  It’s just too nice out to worry with a few extra winks, right?

Slidin' Sawyer
Slidin’ Sawyer

Days like today…with play clothes and muddy shoes and dirty faces and pigtails…my heart holds close.

Love
Love

No hurry to be anywhere…no reason to be perfectly cleaned…no place I’d rather be…

She takes such good care of him
She takes such good care of him

“Are you gonna lawnmower, momma?”

“Not right now…I just wanna play with you guys.”

“Oh, goodie!”

Peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo
Whhheeeeee!
Whhheeeeee!
This boy loves to "drive"
This boy loves to “drive”
Shoes?  Who needs 'em...
Shoes? Who needs ’em…

But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous a** as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you. – Stephen King

I don’t want to rush the time I have with these two cuties, but I have no qualms about rushing the weather or the changing of the seasons.  Today though, I shall marvel in this “summer” while my soul whispers “come on fall…”

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