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A sip of summer~

A sip of summer

Recipe:

Collect shells along the beach.
Pocket them till they rattle as you walk.

Pour shells into an eight ounce glass.
Add warm, golden sunlight.

Savor in small sips all year long.
Summer's glow keeps well.

~~~~~
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. ~John Lubbock
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Wanda said…
Ruth, how lovely is the photograph, and how lovely is the ocean and picking up shells.

Thanks for a sip of summer....I will enjoy for a long time.



LOL:Wanda
July 29, 2009 at 7:35 PM
Ross Eldridge said…
Hallo, Ruth,

Lovely picture! And what a good idea.

I have a ledge in the bathroom that is not needed for anything, so I put small, fairly flat pebbles that I find on the coast on the ledge. They are not the wonderful sunshine & whisky colour of your shells though, more grey and purple.

I put pine cones (Cailean finds them for me!) on the top of the soil in my larger plant pots indoors. I like the texture and there are more shades of colour than one might expect.

John Lubbock got it right about rest not being idleness. We lie in the sun near the River and even though I don't know any bird calls, I'm not worried, just enjoy them ... and the water noises as sailboats bob up and down at their moorings.

Ain't life grand?

R.
July 31, 2009 at 3:08 AM
Nezzy (Cow Patty Surprise) said…
Aha, a sip of summer, what a beautiful reminder that our summer is drawing nigh. I too am a retired Special E. instructor. I have written many childrens books but have not been published. I truly enjoyed the read and your pictures. Have a blessed day from a farm chick hidden deep in the Ozarks.
August 6, 2009 at 9:31 AM
Pauline said…
Sipping sunlight - a delightful way of putting into words the essence of summer.

I like the way John Lubbock thinks!
August 8, 2009 at 7:14 PM
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