Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ~ Henry James
True, that. I hope you are enjoying all of your summer afternoons so far. We're creeping into late July, and someone please tell me how the heck that happened. Already. Do you get the feeling that you haven't done all that you've wanted to do, so far? I do. I feel like I'm falling behind on summer; chasing after it, pleading with it, to hold on for just as sec. Wait for me. Don't be in a rush. And for God's sake don't leave before I've gone on at least one road trip, dipped my toes in a lake and curled up with just a book and a glass of iced tea. Let me catch up to your lazy, hazy days. I'm sorry I've been working like a madwoman, crazy early hours, with a bedtime that happens before the sun has completely left for the day. That hasn't happened since 1983. Oh the travails of being an early morning baker. I am, kind of/sort of, beginning to grow fond of the dawn's early light, and the serene stillness it brings. There's still a hush over the city, save for the birds chattering away. I slowly unwind from my slumber, pull a brush through my rat's nest and put the kettle on for tea. Yes, there is a full work day ahead, but also a good chunk of summer afternoon left for me to do with as I will. We've got time.
