On the last weekend of summer I stepped into a garden of beauty and learning, took home generational zinneas, inspired, colored and delighted our home and my soul.
On the last weekend of summer I watched a pink sunrise and a yellow sunset, looked for a rainbow - the gift of rain and sun's teamwork.
On the last weekend of summer I snapped Sally's pictures over looking the land lab at GIS, took in the individual and soccer team energy and togetherness.
On the last weekend of summer I wore flip flops to soccer and the casual component of a wedding reception. Put my toes in the grass, sat barefoot and soaked in the warm sun.
On the last weekend of summer we wore our bright florals, colors and a baseball uniform- summer's uniforms- to church.
On the last weekend of summer- lucky me rode a ferris wheel representing love and life's go arounds.
On the last weekend of summer I shed tears from all the abudance of beauty- the voices of the choir, a song of faith, the piano's serenade.
On the last weekend of summer I had my nails painted pink- natural and light- not what I selected but perfect and matched to me and my summer mood.
On the last weekend of summer I made a very long put, took a long walk and hit the ball well enough to take me back on the links.
On the last day of summer I watched a parade, drove with the windows down and enjoyed custard and the chatter of teenage girls.
Summer loving in my life on Newark-Granville Road.