The Loosey-Goosey Days of Summer.
Days of No Structure.
Days of laying around, watching syndicated reruns,
Staying up Late (especially when the Olympics are on)
And Sleeping In Late.
Running through a freezing cold sprinkler.
Of getting sunburned and bug-bitten,
Crunching on Otter Pops,
And eating corn on the cob, heavy juice-laden tomatoes, potato salad, and watermelon.
Summertime. And the living is easy.
And now it's over.
The kids tell me Summer's not officially over until sometime in September. But it really ends (at least the best part of it) when school starts. And the bell tolls tomorrow. For whom does it toll? It tolls for thee Summer . . .
What's your treat? I don't mind if it's been sitting in your Lunch Sack all day (and night). I like day-old treats. Please share . . . I'm going to be lonely tomorrow. It's just going to be me and the dog. All. Day. Long.
Bell picture originally downloaded by creaking eye