Summer- Friday Rambling- Wk 28

I often wonder if I fell in love with Summer at a young age because it’s when school ended and all-day play began…when the sun seemed to stay in the sky forever, and falling into my bed at night was just as satisfying as getting out of it in the morning.

The strange thing is that many times during the summer, I could be heard, saying: “I’m bored.” The “lazy days of summer” was an understood term. I never understood “the bee’s knees” or “under the weather,” but lazy days resonated with me.

Between the swimming, playing with friends and infrequent social events- I often felt there was not much to do.

I’d take walks, play with the dogs, spray water in the sky from the hose, and complain to very unsympathetic ears about my predicament.

My dad would suggest all manner of ridiculous activities: read a book or clean something, being his most common. Madness.

For every hour of sun-kissed bliss, there seemed to be twice as many spent in solitude.

The benefits of boredom were numerous and not appreciated at the time. I learned to enjoy my own company, be more observant to the world around me and, in desperate times, read a book.

During other seasons, plenty of activities kept me engaged. In the summer, I had the freedom to muse, discover…dream.

What I wouldn’t give to be bored again.

Have a great weekend, friends! Love you! ❤

“Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is probably the reason why so few engage in it.” – Henry Ford

“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?” – Psalm 8:3-4

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