Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Summer Afternoon

Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
~ Henry James

Yes, the calendar says SUMMER!

Meanwhile here in the Pacific Northwest, it’s June-uary again — cloudy days with temps in the low 60’s.

Lucky for me, I've had plenty of summers…

From those kid summers in the country — the kind that fabulously seem to last FOREVER — to summer job summers at the Jersey shore.
And from them I can create a whole list of beautiful summer afternoons...

Trail rides and tire swings
Cold creeks and crayfish

Road trips and river tubing

Sprinklers and swimming holes

Campfires and castles

Blackberries and baseball

Fossils and friends…

And as super summer bonus feature  there’s a story tucked into each and every word.

Yeah, those stories sound like a delightful way to work from my lawn chair today…
with a steaming cup of cocoa and a sweater.

PROMPT: What does summer afternoon mean to you? Make your list and stick it in an envelope marked JANUARY (or AUGUST… aka Aug-tober… if you’re a Pacific Northwester). You just might have a need for it then.


  1. I feel for you. I remember (not fondly) what that was like. Come visit me in Arizona. Up here in the mountains it's about 80 degrees every day. We had a brief thunder storm a week ago and I uttered words I thought I'd never use in a sentence again, "Yay. It's raining!"

    1. Arizona sounds like a little piece of heaven. And is that a harp I hear? ;-) You know, I think it was about a week ago when I uttered almost the same words... "Yay, it's sunning!"