It's June! How sweet is that! Long days, warm starlit nights, NO CLASSES! That third one is music to my ears in the summer. I am one of those people who has to soak up summer full out---submerge myself, be it outside in the grass, in the garden, under the trees, near the lake or on the water. When I was a kid and summer was approaching, school suddenly became almost unbearable for me. The sun gods were calling my name and it was nigh unto impossible for me to concentrate on anything that was going on in that drab existence in the classroom.
That is why I really still relish the freedom of NO CLASSES in the summer. It is particularly sweet this summer, as I tease my colleagues as they struggle through their summer studies. What is it that makes you love to torment someone else whose in the midst of that summer school misery? Is it because you have been there one too many times yourself? I am certain that is a big part of it----na,na,na, na-na, I don't have to suffer that cruel and unusual summer torment!
Take it from an expert on the subject, summer was meant for daydreaming, kicking back, reading, reflecting, snoozing on the lawn, fishin' and enjoying the warm summer sunshine out-of-doors. "It just tain't natural for no book learnin'." I betcha Mark Twain would back me up on that statement.
Now I have to admit that I have started to feel summer slippin' away as we are moving into July and I remember how the days begin to fly by after the 4th. Stores will be taunting me with all of their school supplies and I regret to admit I have already signed up for fall classes---another sign that summertime is fleeting.
That is why I have to take the time to enjoy these warm summer mornings when the daylight breaks the darkness before 5 a.m. and the sultry evenings when the fireflies blink like nature's billboard in the dusk over the cornfields and the midnight sky is ablaze with a million stars free for the viewing.
It is absolutely imperative to take Henry David Thoreau's sage advice and "Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, ..." So you'll have to excuse me if you don't see my ramblings committed to these pages during these summer days and nights. My mind is not tuned to software, soliloquy or Shakespeare. It is caught up with the rest of my soul on dreamin' under the midnight sky, driftin' off under the soft rustle of the oaks and spending time seriously reflecting on whether this is the summer I am going to catch that big fish at the lake that got away from me last year.
Ahhh yes summer----it doesn't get any sweeter than this dulcet season. I truly have felt sympathy pain for those of you who are harnessed to the delirium of that textbook, whose eyes suffer from the glaze that comes from too many hours in front of that CRT screen and can be identified from your classroom pallor. You poor things, you poor, poor things. I hope your torment subsides before summer flees this year. If it does---you can find me laying out in the hammock by the lake. HEE-HEE! I'll be the one with the sly grin on my face.
That is why I really still relish the freedom of NO CLASSES in the summer. It is particularly sweet this summer, as I tease my colleagues as they struggle through their summer studies. What is it that makes you love to torment someone else whose in the midst of that summer school misery? Is it because you have been there one too many times yourself? I am certain that is a big part of it----na,na,na, na-na, I don't have to suffer that cruel and unusual summer torment!
Take it from an expert on the subject, summer was meant for daydreaming, kicking back, reading, reflecting, snoozing on the lawn, fishin' and enjoying the warm summer sunshine out-of-doors. "It just tain't natural for no book learnin'." I betcha Mark Twain would back me up on that statement.
Now I have to admit that I have started to feel summer slippin' away as we are moving into July and I remember how the days begin to fly by after the 4th. Stores will be taunting me with all of their school supplies and I regret to admit I have already signed up for fall classes---another sign that summertime is fleeting.
That is why I have to take the time to enjoy these warm summer mornings when the daylight breaks the darkness before 5 a.m. and the sultry evenings when the fireflies blink like nature's billboard in the dusk over the cornfields and the midnight sky is ablaze with a million stars free for the viewing.
It is absolutely imperative to take Henry David Thoreau's sage advice and "Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, ..." So you'll have to excuse me if you don't see my ramblings committed to these pages during these summer days and nights. My mind is not tuned to software, soliloquy or Shakespeare. It is caught up with the rest of my soul on dreamin' under the midnight sky, driftin' off under the soft rustle of the oaks and spending time seriously reflecting on whether this is the summer I am going to catch that big fish at the lake that got away from me last year.
Ahhh yes summer----it doesn't get any sweeter than this dulcet season. I truly have felt sympathy pain for those of you who are harnessed to the delirium of that textbook, whose eyes suffer from the glaze that comes from too many hours in front of that CRT screen and can be identified from your classroom pallor. You poor things, you poor, poor things. I hope your torment subsides before summer flees this year. If it does---you can find me laying out in the hammock by the lake. HEE-HEE! I'll be the one with the sly grin on my face.
