Can you remember how special summer was when you were a child? How wonderful it felt to put away your lunch kit for the last time until fall? How great it was to know you rarely had to wear shoes and how exquisite it felt to have grass or sand between your toes for most of the day? Do you remember how slow and quiet early mornings were when you no longer had to rush out the door to school and you had time to watch the sun chasing shadows on the kitchen floor? Wasn't it awesome to eat sweet sticky watermelon or a cold icy Popsicle or a drippy ice cream cone while sitting on the steps outside? I discovered that while reviewing the many photos I took of my last trip, sweet children having fun had materialized in some of them. (I am careful not to post any with recognizable faces except for the public musical festival in Charlottetown, PEI, and yes, the first one has been manipulated.)
Three angels plotting some nefarious stunt, I am sure.
Beach-combing in the shade of the late afternoon. Gotta love those water shoes.