The time was passed so pleasantly

I'm a day late to wrap up The August Break 2012 (more about TAB here).  Yesterday I was in the middle of editing the photos for the post when we got a dinner invitation from a friend we hadn't seen since he moved back to Chicagoland, and we had yet to meet his new (or not so new, that's how long it had been) girlfriend.  Off we went!  Summer is all about impromptu plans.  We sat outside under the Blue Moon.  It was overcast so it wasn't fully visible, but it was nice to see the glow and know it was there.  

One of my favorite songs about summer is "A Summer Wasting" by Belle and Sebastian.  Link to the song here (it's just the song, not a video).  Lyrics down at the bottom.  For me, it sums up what summer is about.  Allowing for spaciousness, for easiness, for just being.   

Summer is....

impromptu plans

sitting outside

bare feet

doing cartwheels

swimming

eating fruits and vegetables right off the plant

laying in a hammock

freckles and rosy cheeks

catching lightning bugs

making a buttery mess of your chin eating corn on the cob

sitting by a campfire, preferably with s'mores and / or pie irons (a.k.a. pudgie pies)

Summer is my favorite season, I'm always a little melancholy at its end.  The other seasons have their own beauties and pleasures, but it's the warmth and joy of summer that really soothes and ignites my spirit.  The summer of 2012 was lovely, and it did indeed pass pleasantly.  Hope yours was just as great.    

Hugs,

Tara     

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"A Summer Wasting," Belle and Sebastian

Summer in winter
Winter in springtime
You heard the birds sing
Everything will be fine
I spent the summer wasting
The time was passed so easily
But if the summer's wasted
How come that I could feel so free
I spent the summer wasting
The sky was blue beyond compare
A photograph of myself
Is all I have to show for 


Seven weeks of river walkways
Seven weeks of staying up all night

I spent the summer wasting
The time was passed so pleasantly
Say cheerio to books now
The only things I'll read are faces
I spent the summer wasting
Under a canopy of


Seven weeks of reading papers
Seven weeks of river walkways
Seven weeks of feeling guilty
Seven weeks of staying up all night 


Summer in winter
Winter is springtime
You heard the bird say
Everything will be fine