June's arrived, and summer's in full swing. That means more time outdoors, and less time blogging! We're relishing visits from family, our sweet Jem, and the sunshine (maybe with the exception of B.J., who's working hard in the heat even as I type). I wrote the poem below at the end of last summer - it came to my mind this morning as I wiped up all the grass and water the kids tracked in when I called them in for lunch. (They'd been "swimming" in the backyard and jumping on the trampoline with the sprinkler.)
May your summer be full of little tastes of God's goodness!
Here's to summer!
Summer 2015
Here’s
to summer days,
To
long hours of light,
To
moments measured in bare feet
And
mosquito bites.
To
memorizing John 1
And
morning devotions from Proverbs,
To
waking up to the sunrise
And
the airs of the songbirds.
To
sleeping at Grandma’s
And
camping with cousins,
To
reading and list’ning
To
books by the dozens.
To
crafting things out of cardboard,
Paper,
and wood,
To
playing LEGOs and “house”
Whenever
we could.
To
cutting the grass—
Our
own and the neighbors’—
To
hours on the trampoline
And
sprinkler capers.
Here’s
to piano lessons,
Swim
lessons, too,
To
water fights in the backyard,
And
our little blue pool.
To
outings at Lake Loveland
And
the museum in Denver,
To
our backyard view
Of
firework splendor.
To
every walk
And
every bike ride,
To
ice cream cones
And
eating outside;
To
Saturday grilling,
And
Sunday dinners with friends,
To
time spent in the garden,
And
the meditations Mom penned.
To
having our groceries delivered
And
maps at lunch-time,
To
tomatoes, green beans,
And
sweet corn subline.
To
bruised shins
And
skinned knees,
To
the buzz of ciacdas
High
in the trees.
To
the gondolas in Telluride,
The
pool in Ouray
To
the jeep tour in the mountains
And
the campsite at Ridgway.
To
every cry of irritation
And
every squeal of delight.
To
the song of the crickets
At
the dawn of the night.
To
hazy, still mornings
And
sultry afternoons,
To
jogging together at sunrise –
All
over so soon.
Here’s
to summer days,
To
hours sprinkled with sun,
To
moments measured and treasured
And
too quickly gone.
