I love, love, love this time of year.
In the afternoons, when the mister gets home from work, we often gravitate outside where the heat of the day is cooling into a pleasant afternoon. The light is just right, the cares of the day are over, and there’s a window of time to hang out before the dinner/bath/bed business ramps up. We kick a ball around while chatting about our day. We do some yard tidying (well, Veggie Dad does, I’m more the veggie patch girl), Biggie wanders around inspecting bits and pieces and giving her dad a hand. A pudgy, dimpled hand. I like to think about what I’m going to do with the yard and garden when Smalls is a little older and I have a little more time. Lots of flowers. More fruit trees. A wooden cubby house.
I love the muted blue of the afternoon sky. It’s not accompanied by blaring heat, it’s a little bit wispy with cloud, and the sunlight is just plain pretty. It makes the green in the garden just that much greener. It’s nice to stop for a minute and remember stuff like this. Life with a newborn can be a bit frantic. Throw in a toddler finding her independence and and permanent markers, and days can just rush by with nary a thought for relaxed al fresco afternoons. It’s so much nicer to get out there, even if we’re just sitting and watching.
Nobody sees you with your frizzy hair and no-makeuped freckle-ass face (unless of course, you have a blog, then several thousand people will!). You can just take your edible baby and make her tiny little feet kick a tiny little soccer ball and I can guarantee it will bring a smile to your no-makeuped face. You can put a leaf in her hand. Point out birds and things she can’t see anyway but hey, who cares? It’s cute.
Everybody has a good time on summer evenings.
Well, mostly everybody.