Summer: almost there
This was all I needed yesterday, to see this flower mid-bloom and blood red. Big, swollen heart leaves in-waiting all around it.
OK, I needed this and some extra hugs from my boy, who barely wrapped his arms around me, then ran off down the street. He was so free in his body, legs getting longer every single day and arms flailing in the air. I loved watching him from so many steps behind.
When I bent to take a picture of this peony -- is that right? -- he ran back, stopped when his shins were touching mine and leaned in to see my view from behind the camera.
"Pretty," he said matter-of-factly. "Get that one, too."
He pointed ahead at another. Then waved his hands toward a tidy row of pansies.
"A few of those, too."
This is how I like my summer evenings. Even if it means a stressful day, my head full of mama worries and money concerns and questions about how we will spend our vacation and if I am all caught up on that project and where my tax paperwork is hiding, I am happy with a summer evening that ends like this. Business and busyness interrupted as we make our way through the neighborhood at our own pace, talking about the day, standing in silence over a row of flowers, waiting patiently for the full bloom.
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