Yes, I will enjoy these Indian Summer days. The beautiful weather, the raking of leaves, the playing, playing, playing. I will enjoy the dirty fingernails, the leaves in our hair, the smells, the feel of the sun and the breeze. I will enjoy this because I know it will not last. I know that shortly, much shorter than I want, this will be gone, we will be inside, dreaming of these days when we basked in the Indian Summer.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Indian Summer
How can I be inside cleaning, cooking, knitting, sewing, blogging when I can be outside with them, doing this?
Yes, I will enjoy these Indian Summer days. The beautiful weather, the raking of leaves, the playing, playing, playing. I will enjoy the dirty fingernails, the leaves in our hair, the smells, the feel of the sun and the breeze. I will enjoy this because I know it will not last. I know that shortly, much shorter than I want, this will be gone, we will be inside, dreaming of these days when we basked in the Indian Summer.
Yes, I will enjoy these Indian Summer days. The beautiful weather, the raking of leaves, the playing, playing, playing. I will enjoy the dirty fingernails, the leaves in our hair, the smells, the feel of the sun and the breeze. I will enjoy this because I know it will not last. I know that shortly, much shorter than I want, this will be gone, we will be inside, dreaming of these days when we basked in the Indian Summer.
Labels:
four seasons,
my life,
the kidlets
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