Friday, June 24, 2011

Summer, revisted.


The calendar may say that we are four days beyond the first day of summer, but for me, the cycle of spring ending and summer beginning coincides with the last day of school and high school graduation.

No matter that this family no longer has children in local schools.

No one left to ride on school buses or whoop it up on the last day, dumping a years worth of notebooks, papers, and pens on the kitchen counter.

No forgotten months old gym socks found at the bottom of a locker smelling up my laundry pile.

Summer means sounds of happy children playing outside, the absence of school buses blocking your path, and the deafening sounds of car horns tooted by teens driving around the neighborhood.

Some mothers I know dreaded summer when the brood was home all day.
I loved it when school got out. It meant not worrying whether anyone was in bed at bedtime [never mind asleep], lazy mornings spent in pajamas, and lunches eaten on the way to the park.

Definition of Summer, to me:

Flowers from outside, inside, contained in vases,
























and flowers outside, breathing color and fragrance back into my life.







My girl, dressed to the nines, headed out with 3 summer essentials:  
iced coffee.
sunglasses.
flipflops.
[and of course, her phone]

Packing the three boxes for our yearly (tent) camping trip to Acadia National Park

[20 years this year!]











[The egg carton contains homemade fire starters--a mixture of dryer lint and wax :]






Eating outside on the deck, every.single.(non-rainy) night. 
Without fail.


 

it means supper cooked over a fire




accompanied by frozen daiquiris.


It means a garage that looks like a college dorm 





















And schoolboy friends who get together and look and talk and act like men.


Summer is eating ice cream cones outside on a porch, with imaginary bonus points if the sign says "Best Ice Cream in the World"


and dogs whose ears prick up at the mere mention of the word ice cream are ecstatic when a dish of vanilla ice cream is placed in front of them.

Summer means lazy walks down undiscovered roads.

 It means gazing at spectacular sunsets...


 



...and bodies of water until you can't do anything but erase any leftover stress under the relaxing weight.


 This summer means saying goodbye to your only son until September
and beginning another round of mailing packages containing biscotti 
to a Northern California address this time.












Summer means the always present pile of shoes and boots by the door gradually changes over to sneakers and sandals.


 Summer means cool drinks and even cooler iTunes while driving....

and taking advantage of the best deal in town:
99 cent extra large iced teas from Mickey D's.


 It means desserts like strawberry shortcakes with extra whipped cream [not from a can]


 and homemade strawberry rhubarb crumble with vanilla ice cream.


It means the temperature is warm enough to paint and do other repairs.



 And visits to the beach mean wearing t-shirts and cotton sweaters.























 Summer, don't leave too soon.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Happy "Love" Anniversary



In our family we celebrate dates: Wedding Anniversaries, Birthdays, etc.
But we also celebrate what I call Milestone Dates.
Milestone dates are significant dates in one's life that have the capacity to change your life forever. 

For Jim and I, that date is August 4th. 
Every August 4th we clink glasses and share kisses because it is indeed a milestone day.
August 4th, 1974. 
Thirty seven years ago.
I was seventeen, Jim eighteen. 
We have been virtually inseparable ever since.

Lyndsay and Dan are celebrating a milestone day today. 
June 21st, 2006
5 years ago today they had their first date.
They, too, have been virtually inseparable ever since.
Connecticut, Florida, Texas, and Massachusetts.
Marriage, house, two cats, a garden.
Happy and in love.
Every parent has a dream that their children will grow up not only to be successful, 
but to be happy.
Happy in life, Happy in love.
My dream has come true.
Happy Love Anniversary, Lyndsay and Dan.



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Monday, June 20, 2011

Father's Day/Sunday Silence

(Strawberry Shortcake for dessert)

Friday, June 17, 2011

Babies At the Lake

I love ALL of my children, I really do.

Each of them have nestled into my heart in their own special corner.

 But of course, your baby will will always hold a special place in there. 
Just like your firstborn does.
And memories of your one and only son do too.

Precious, endearing memories seared into your soul.


Stories my grandchildren and hopefully great grandchildren will hear out of my lips someday.

I got to take pictures of my baby yesterday.
Yup, my baby girl.
My baby girl who is far far from a baby anymore.
Almost NINETEEN. 
I can't believe it! When did it happen? 

When did those days that seemed to stretch endlessly when they were 
infants become years and decades?

My friend C. (A Simple Life) knows exactly how I feel.
She knows how we will always feel about our babies even when we look at them and see women.
Beautiful, poised, lovely young women.
But always, always our baby girls in our heart.

We took our babies daughters on a photo shoot last night.



 The air was heavy, but our moods were light.



 We were celebrating the fact that not only were our girls willing subjects, 
but also, maybe, just maybe, even enjoying themselves!



They remained cheerful despite swarms of gnats, biting mosquitoes, 
and threats of [gasp] snakes in the tall grass.

 Perfect models, they were.


 Despite the aforementioned annoying insects,
(and negotiating rocky, steep, poison ivy laden trails in completely inappropriate footwear)
we put up with all of it for this....

Gorgeous, gorgeous evening light.

 Light that makes your subjects glow.

 Light that makes beautiful souls shine even harder.


And between giggles, and yes, those "looks" between our daughters 
[oh yes, and from our daughters, too] that are oh-so-familiar, we saw a friendship begin.

 

Moments that make mother's hearts sing.









A couple of rare serious poses sandwiched between boatloads of laughter. 
 I am sure all the fishermen around the lake were none too happy with us.
Oops...sorry about that fishermen.people.

<3

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Sunday Silence

[morning: the dock at Spec Pond]