It’s been unseasonably warm this past week, but the leaves are falling off the trees and our yard has a slick layer of pine needles. Fall, and really winter, is upon us. Am I ready? Nope. Spring – Summer was a delicious, busy blur, filled with moments I tried to savor. What follows is a recap of my favorite vignettes, lest I forget.
Bed in Summer
by Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day? Continue reading “Boys ‘Round Here”