Sand scrunches underfoot as I make my way from the kitchen sink to the table while clutching a mug of coffee. In the background a load of laundry sloshes, while the dryer hums, two performing their dutiful duet. Beds, shed of linens, rest unencumbered. Signs taped to the front door to welcome the California clan now join old copies of the Boston Globe in the recycle bin. Summer’s leftovers.
Sloshing and humming end.
Quiet.
My list’s long and goals as unrealistic as usual. But the stillness beckons, reminding me to give thanks to God for the blessing of family with sandy feet, sticky fingers, screen doors left ajar and beach toys spread like playful hazards around the front steps. Praise for the season when swim suits and beach towels cling to rocks and railings like flags of summertime when life laughs outloud.
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Hi Jan,
I can hear the nostalgia and the joy – they seem to be companions. Marty and I returned last evening from three months at our cottage (our happy place). I just have to remember when I get up at night where the bathroom is in our new setting.
Blessings, Dale
Time with loved ones is precious! Even the clean up is a blessing.
Thank you, Jan, for a call to the ocean and New England summer joys.
It sounds so much like my summer! Thanks for he reminder of past joys.
Add these to a rich Museum of Memories!
“…summertime when life laughs outloud.” Thanks for that image, Jan! I will savor it the rest of my life.
Hi Jan, You continue to make me think and smile. You have captured my grandparent ing experience perfectly. Thanks for putting it in perspective! Blessings to you, dear one.
I also love these word pictures… so beautifully penned. Especially “flags of summertime when life laughs outloud”. <3