Taking in this last week. The swings and the sun. The smells of food wafting in from the screen door, cooking on an open flame. Shirtless, shoeless babes. The first-light-of-day tip of their hats from morning glories and evening embrace of wide open moonflowers. Canopied wagon rides. Requests for one more run through the sprinklers, one more dip in the kiddie pool. Bare arms and sun-kissed shoulders. Frogs clinging to the window screens. Geese walking through the field. The tomatoes still clinging on. The garden's edges still marigold bright. Taking the afternoons one sunbeam, one trip down the slide at a time, before we are left with only memories. The shadows of summer.
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