The last weeks of August are winding down. There is a part of me ready for the shift into fall, and another clinging to these hazy, sweet summer days. Once again my children have grown into bigger people - limbs, strong and lean, browned by the sun.
My son's hair is a messy spill of golden hay, and freckles dance across my daughter's nose, and up her forehead like scattered stars.
Our familial, daily scent of sunblock will give way to the lure of freshly sharpened pencils, and the promise of unmarked notebooks yet to be opened. The fall is both a fresh start and a letting go of the old layers that bind us, holding us back. It is an opportunity to move forward in new ways.
Our end of summer this year is really the end of an era. In keeping with that theme, we will leave 85 degree San Diego for 65 degree Flagstaff tomorrow.
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I am really going to miss the smell of sunblock! Not the putting it on, though! Your children are gorgeous JCK.
ReplyDeleteOur end of summer this year is really the end of an era. In keeping with that theme, we will leave 85 degree San Diego for 65 degree Flagstaff tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteWonderful photos!
I really miss summer time. Golden moment of my life. green car Unforgettable moments!!
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