Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Day 67 of 365

I am so sad.  It is the last day of August, the last days of summer activities, spending time at the beach, lazy days, fantastic evenings, the last of summer sunshine, beautiful sunsets and longer days...  Don't get me wrong - September is an awesome month - that is when my first baby was born and I do love fall, but there is something about August I will miss.  September heralds in cooler weather, hay fever, turning leaves, harvest, apples, football and shorter days.  I adore fall and all the activities it brings but I am gonna miss my summer months especially my August!  It always seems to me that as soon as September rolls around the year end just comes so much faster...  and unfortunately, it affects my psyche for the rest of the year.

Scenes from a Summer

From last summer...  June 2010

Memi and Papa - June 2010

I love this boy - June 2010

Fun at Island Park for my girl - June 2011

My little man - June 2010
Camping with cousins - July 2011
Jumping on the trampoline
August 2011
Playing at the beach @ Bear Lake
August 2011

Parades with family - July 2010

"August rushes by like desert rainfall,
A flood of frenzied upheaval,
Expected,
But still catching me unprepared.
Like a matchflame
Bursting on the scene,
Heat and haze of crimson sunsets.
Like a dream
Of moon and dark barely recalled,
A moment,
Shadows caught in a blink.
Like a quick kiss;
One wishes for more
But it suddenly turns to leave,
Dragging summer away."
- Elizabeth Maua Taylor 

"There's a time each year
That we always hold dear,
Good old summer time;
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes,
Good old summer time,
When you day's work is over
Then you are in clover,
And life is one beautiful rhyme,
No trouble annoying,
Each one is enjoying,
The good old summer time."
- Lyrics by Ron Shields, In the Good Old Summertime

There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart. ~Celia Thaxter

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. ~John Lubbock