dear little people,

so you’ve asked and asked…and asked…“today is it summer?”…“when is it summer?”…“i mean…when does it start?”

tell you what…

sure signs that summer’s full swingin’ ‘round here…

sunshine’s streaming through your window…even past your bedtime…

you’re more out than in…

the washer’s spinning grubbies, grubbies, grubbies…

mama’s spotting new freckles on cheeks and noses…

daddy’s often in front of the grill…

baby’s naked splashing in the wading pool…

you’re tent-staking under gramma’s tree…

oh!  and you’re sportin’ these…

semi-permanent (no amount of scrubbin’ will do) dirt tattoos!

see?  it’s here!

full swing…swing…swingin’!

very sincerely,
me (your lovin’-the-sounds-of-your-happy-play mama)