Friday, June 14, 2013
Meadowsweet and Imagi(c)nation
And it's about the sunshine, and the scent of mown grass, and cottonwood seeds riding the summer breeze like feathers from a burst pillow. And billowy clouds that one could ride the sky in like a houseboat in one's imagination. (Complete with cottony furniture, too, of course.)
But it could also be about setting up the hammock and grabbing a lifechanging chapter book from childhood for a welcome reread. (For me it was Little Women or Anne of Green Gables or Black Beauty or fill-in-a-whole-BUNCH-of-blanks. You?)
It might also be about making a pot of sun tea. And peanutbuttering a sandwich for a personal picnic in the garden.
And maybe it will be about penning a story, solving a mystery, planting magic beans, inventing a recipe.
Or writing a letter to a faraway friend. Or styling a fort out of old branches and ropes of climbing woodbine. Or a host of other imaginative adventures.
Because it's Friday. And it's summer. And my inner schoolchild is urging, "C'mon, let's GO!"