Summer as an adult: working, shopping, cooking, cleaning, driving, scheduling, planning, worrying, paying, gardening, mowing, pruning, canning.

Summer as a child: playing, digging, swimming, snorkelling, laughing, eating, running, singing.




I remember those childhood lazy days of summer, though some of the memories are hazy. I especially remember the catchy tune of Nat King Cole’s 1963 hit, “Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days of Summer”. The only lyrics I could ever remember were:

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
You’ll wish that summer could always be here.

This was my rousing cheer when school ended and summer vacation began. Once September rolled around, however, I sang the same two lines as sorrowfully and mournfully as possible.

One way I relive the wonderful, sparkling, sun-filled summer days is by setting aside my adult to-do list and fully engage with the little ones as they embrace all that summer has to offer. How wonderful to see once again with the ‘eyes of a child’ and delight in every splashing, sandy, sticky, sun-filled activity.




I do wish summer could always be here.



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