June is a wonderful month:
School gets out.
It's not too hot, not too cool.
Everything is green and blooming.
And...Summer officially starts!
Something from childhood-the promise of three months of freedom and adventure, perhaps-stirs up in my heart, even at 35. Plans, dreams, ideas flutter around my head as the days lengthen and the air warms.
I can't wait for the first trip to my Grandma Jo's lake cabin. I've been going there since I was two years old. Just like I used to, my children scamper up and down the trail barefoot, make mud pies, run down the dock and jump into the lake, have adventures with cousins, and go to sleep with lullabies sung by my grandma, their great-grandma. I still love to sleep out on the deck, listening to the waves lapping the shore, the crickets, the occasional boat speeding by. Waking up to fresh breezes, bird song, and the smell of Grandma's pancakes. Wow, we (my sister, cousins and I) really were so blessed to have this special place. And we still get to enjoy it.
Other summer treats:
walks to the park
music from the ice cream truck
laying in the hot sun after swimming until your lips are purple
farmer's market delights
...the list could go on and on...
Let's just say, I'm just a little in love with summertime.