Posts Tagged ‘summer’

100 things to do this summer

Summer is almost here. Inspired by a friend, the kids and I made a list of 100 things to do–because otherwise it is all too easy, especially when it’s hot, to flop down and watch movies all day.

You might be able to guess which items the kids contributed. But Mary’s first two suggestions were “go get ice cream” and “learn about snakes.” I’m not sure why.

It will probably look small, but if you click on it, you should be able to read it. Our plan is to use highlighters to color in the boxes when we do things.

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first splash of 2012

Mary got started filling up the pool–as usual, I had to remind her that the pool will not fill up if none of the water actually goes into it.

 

 

The all-important hair-washing:

 

 

This year, Wesley is brave enough to participate!

 

 

Wesley hollered, “But she is WET AND COLD!”

 

 

Silly faces:

 

beginning of summer

This is the beginning of summer. How can I tell?

* Ants are back. Hello, old friends. I hate you.

* Two flowers on the cosmos, which, by the way, is an incredibly resilient plant, at least here, and keeps reseeding itself all over the garden. I don’t have the heart to weed them–after all, they are so beautiful–so they just grow everywhere. In with the tomatoes, along the lettuce row, in the beans.

* Stinky laundry if you leave it in the washer for even a few hours before drying it. Ew.

* Kids lying around, looking wilty and sweating (though not today–we’re having a nice little cool snap and relishing every minute).

* The smell of sunscreen and bug spray. And the annual removal of the first ticks, which was the catalyst for remembering to buy the bug spray.

* My parents coming to visit. They always seem to come visit in the summer (I guess because tax season is over) and Mom spends the whole time trying to convince her hair not to curl up.

fall is coming

So we’re soaking up what summer is left.

From fall is coming…
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This is a baby watermelon. That’s Mary’s hand–that’s how small it is.

From fall is coming…
From fall is coming…
From fall is coming…
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hot.

And you know why I love it? Two reasons (neither of which is “because I adore having my clothing plastered to my body by sweat”):

1) Because things I hang on the line dry in minutes.
2) Because I can almost see my garden plants growing.

Tomorrow it will be over and we’re getting rain, so I’m going outside to read on a blanket under a tree.