My favorite childhood days were those summer days when I was satisfied with the world around me. Those days that were unplanned by my parents or my swim schedule. The days that were created by me.
Days that I found the shade of a cool tree and searched for four leaf clovers.
Days when I chalked and hopscotched up and down my driveway in the hot sun.
And days when my bothers and sisters and I would float through the dark basement, on our foam folding couch, pretending we were lost and enduring the dangers of the sea.
So it won't surprise you that my favorite summer days as an adult are unplanned days. The plain days that are filled with mundane things that bring me peace an contentment.
Days when I can take time to sip my tea and listen to the morning on my back porch.
Days when I sort out and re-create the organization in my kitchen cupboards.
Days that I can mull over a meal, grocery shop and prepare dinner.
Days when I end up at the bookstore browsing picture books for hours.
And days when I linger by kitchen window and appreciate the crisp hydrangeas in the shade of my neighbors tree.
So here's to summer,
To extra time
and days that we create.