Summer Afternoon

“Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”  ~Henry James

Today was unbelievably gorgeous! And hot! Oh boy, was it hot. The news tonight said we hit 99 degrees! I couldn’t think of a better place to spend the afternoon than on the water.

 

So after we went and had lunch with Rob at work, the kids and I loaded up the kick-boats, donned swimsuits, grabbed life jackets and headed for the pond. We then spent the next couple of hours rowing around the pond, periodically jumping into the refreshing water.

    

The kids all practiced their rowing, we played bumper boats, had a race, boys vs. girls, the boys won. Even I swam around, which I don’t normally do in ponds. I even dunked my head! Unintentionally, of course, but a dunk is a dunk!

When it was time to pack up and head for home, William wanted to know when we could do this again. I think he’s feeling pretty neat now that he is big enough to row his own boat and jump in the water whenever he wants to. He doesn’t have to wait for Mom or Dad, he doesn’t need his hand held anymore, he is old enough to do things on his own.

  

What a marvelous afternoon it was. And to answer your question, William, we will do this again soon. Very, very soon. But only if we can have another race, and we girls aren’t going to let you stinky ol’ boys win again…

Ready to Hit the Road

We are just about packed up for a fun camping weekend. Destination: Holter Lake. Our only rule: NO clocks allowed.

I must confess that although it can be a little stressful trying to get everything done, I absolutely love packing for trips. Probably because I love taking trips.

This afternoon we are headed to a popular recreation area less than an hour from our house. We have the kick-boats all loaded up along with some fishing gear. Swimsuits are packed, sleeping bags, glow sticks, camera. And marshmallows. Forget your tent, your underwear or your toothbrush, but I’m pretty sure it is a crime to forget the marshmallows.

Remington is not looking too impressed with me right now. He knows we are leaving. The pile of sleeping bags waiting by the door gives us away. I know he doesn’t like being left here, but he would dislike camping even more. So I have spent the day sucking up to him with extra milk and tasty treats. Hopefully he will forgive me. 

In about two hours we will be taking off, heading toward campfire country. We will return Sunday afternoon with sunburns, mosquito bites and dirt in our hair. 

I can’t think of a better way to end a summer weekend.