Rest?
Who said anything about rest, relaxation, and time hanging loosley all around? Surely not me. Not the me of this week, anyway - too much to do; too much to see. As the title of a favorite book says, the days are just packed.
Right.
Packed with -
:: small open meadows, and smokejumpers & cargo falling
:: fingers stained wild blackberry red (tonight, after dinner, with cream. Mmm!)
:: food, eaten outside, often
:: swim suits wet again, before they're not quite dry
:: lake water, and boats that sail
:: river trails, run in the morning
:: tiny frogs everywhere
:: oh yes, and lots and lots of water fights
What has been packed into your days?
