Monday, June 30, 2008

The end of June

Summer at full blast: upper 90s, hazy skies, brown grass. Ross and I met his buddy Christopher and his mom Angela at the local pool. A simple afternoon enjoying the water, seeing other school chums, and devouring ice cream treats before they melted into the grass. Perfect.

"Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language."
-- Henry James

2 comments:

Agnes said...

Summer afternoon Summer afternoon......come help bring the hay in before it storms....remember those days?????

Judy Merrill-Smith said...

Oh yes, Auntie, I remember those days well. Sometimes, I even miss them. I definitely miss Pepere, and Memere, too.