Summer's appearance--after a lengthy winter, an absent spring, and an abundance of rain showers--has made me positively giddy. I simply want to savor every moment, knowing the warmth of the sun on my skin is fleeting. Soon my tanned skin will be hidden under layers of clothing, tank tops and flip flops a distant memory. This week was packed full of summer. The evidence:
Small town festival carnivals.
David was honored this year with the privilege of serving as one of the Military Grand Marshals. Mostly that just means he had a nice story in the paper (of which I wrote for him since I'm a good wife) and got to ride in a yellow convertible during the parade. Here he is receiving his award.
Pool parties and genius homemade slip 'n slides.
And, lastly, boat rides on the Mississippi River.
Tonight we took the boat out for the first time this season and enjoyed the river's peaceful late afternoon. The usually boisterous summer destination was devoid of fellow boaters and sandbar dwellers. We relished the calm and claimed the river for our own, at least for a few hours, anyway.
We docked the boat at a riverside restaurant for supper and then anchored the boat on a sandbar, feeling the last of the day's sun warm our bodies.
Because we're odd people, we photographed ourselves jumping. Truth be told, this was my idea; and I think I might have injured my wrist in the process. I know, I know, my husband asked the same question: how do you hurt your wrist jumping? You just do, all right?
P.S. I lugged my bulky DSLR camera out with me for the first time in a long while. Thus, the barrage of river photos. And this is only a small percentage of them. Okay, okay, I cannot tell a lie: this is most of them since I have a disease where I can't edit out pictures because I feel each picture deserves it's moment in the spotlight.
Here's to many more summer moments to add to the evidence box. Oh, how I love thee, Summer.