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Summer Plans

I want to sit with my feet buried in the sand, the sound of the waves in my ears, and a book in my hands that I barely glance at because I am so busy enjoying the moment. I want to look for sea glass and shells and oddly shaped rocks. I want to eat ice cream and fried shrimp and clam chowder. I want to walk down the beach in the evening as the sand cools and the waves lap around our feet. I want to shiver and protest as I slowly creep my way into the cold New England ocean but I’ll do it anyway because that is what going to the beach is all about. Then I will arrive home filled with sand and happiness and sunshine.

I want to go for hikes in new places and stand in the middle of the woods and listen to the breeze move through the trees. I want to smell the leaves and the dirt and the pine needles.

I want to jump in the car after dinner and drive to the dairy bar in the next town over just because we have a sudden craving for hot fudge sundaes. We will eat them while watching our daughter forget she is too old for playgrounds and remember just how much fun swings are. I want to swing on the swings too.

I want to finally turn my front gardens into something pretty and cultivated instead of the mass of overgrown irises and weeds that they currently are. I want to grow flowers to fill vases around my house.

I want after-dinner walks, games of croquet, and the smell of fresh-cut grass.

I want to listen to the sound of waves on the shore and blackbirds in the tall grass.

I want campfires created with scientific precision and lots of discussion about the best way to get them to burn because that is how we do it. All the time.

I want the summers of childhood filled with sunshine and fun and all the time in the world. Summers with the icy shock of a cold pool, watermelon eaten outside, and one book read right after the other.

I want air-conditioning, lots of air-conditioning because really, I hate the heat and the only way I am going to enjoy these things is if I can escape into the air-conditioning now and then.

I want summer. Just not too much of it.

A blog by a book lover, tea drinker, and over-analyzer of life.

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