if not for summer when else would we crush the grass with our bare feet?
hide out among the tree tops,
sing out to the birds,
make friends with the worms over turned in the mud?
summer is for lazing.
for scrambling up creek banks,
whittling poles for fishing,
learning how to whistle,
and the first wiggle of a loose tooth.
all for summer and the bare chested,
bare footed boys
in the splendid sun.
the youngest: in our clementine tree with his friend.
the middle: trying very hard to work on his whistle.
blog love from last week: Helen's sweet girl trying out her laugh. The joy in the photo is contagious.
Gretchen's sweet back and white photos of her two.
P.S. so I know you have heard...google reader says goodbye July 1st. There are many ways we can stay friends! look to the left and follow me or find me on bloglovin', feedly, instagram, G+ or facebook! xxoo