late afternoon lemon cake snack / desert mural in an neighborhood alley / trainspotting lunch / puffy clouds /coffee shop hangout / sketchbook drawing and unfortunate june bug / post chalk drawing / back of the neighborhood pet store / farmers market bounty / cookie making helpers / superheroes hard at work / rain boots and keyboards / afternoon light / mama trying her hand at hair-cutting (while her client intently watches the Avengers via laptop) / eucalyptus overhead / sprinkler negotiations / familiar morning shadows / backyard bird of paradise /pool lounging / washed out
I hear a lot of people are ready for the long hot summer days to be over. They can't wait for the cool air, to wear boots, to hunt for pumpkins, and yes, decorate for Christmas. (kill me.) I am not one of those people. While I too was not loving the long stretch of triple digit heat I have to say I adore summer. And I'm not itching to get past it. For me, summer equals open-ended days with no agenda, spontaneous ice cream outings, front yard pool time, planning out of town trips even if you never actually take them, and absolutely no holidays. The beginning of Fall equals the rush and mania and obligations of the year's end. I'm much more suited to the summer schedule I guess. And I don't want to let it go just yet.