Days of Summer

Well another hot night... And trying to get to sleep! I guess I'm not quite ready yet because I haven't started the ritual of counting sheep! Funny, how times like these a nice breeze from the window or fan might ease the tension and allow the mind to coast. Well sleep will come later... As I remember the hot days of summer from my memories. Being 10 years old, and OH how I loved my brown corduroy pants. That summer was fun! Growing up on a farm, we had the open field, the animals, and a swim in the creek to cool off from the heat. Summer also meant no school, but working in the garden, and doing hay! Doing hay ~ hot hay mow, riding on the hay wagon, and driving the tractor! It was hot sweaty work, but the refreshing drink of cold water from the flowing well, definitely hit the spot! I remember the picnics mom prepared for us by the edge of the field. One time we had vanilla pudding and fresh strawberries!! Oh that was so good! Even the cows wanted to see what was going on, especially if they could get a nibble of fresh hay! It was a family working together. It was the days of summer!!! Those moments of time locked away for safe keeping for all time. Sometimes when my family gets together we reminisce about these times, each one of us with a precious memory to share, adding to the story. Father's day has just passed this weekend, and my gift to my Dad was making a nice meal and spending some quality time together. It was really nice! Life gets so busy that sometimes we need to stop for a moment and reflect on the important things! Family! Laughter and good times! I love you, Dad! As we age, and life comes to pass, I just want you to know how proud I am that you are my Dad! I know a few others that feel the same as I do! My brother and sisters! So, as I lay here waiting for sleep to come on this hot night of summer, flashes of these good times come to mind, and I am grateful for family, for my upbringing, and all my blessings! xo S