waiting for summer is getting to me here in the middle of nowhere.I am sure the kids are ready to escape this house that has held us so well enclosed through the winter, we want gardens and swings and pools and club houses, bicyicles and bathing suits. what is it about summer that makes us want all these things...or is it possibly what we really want is a hundred items that will force us to to take our overweight over white vitamin d deficiant bodys out and bake them for awile in that all so forgin substance they call sunlight. ah the bliss of sun beatten redness i long to be crispy. to smel the flowers,to feel the cool waters. i long for these more then the things.there was something about the beach that was so hard to give up,that maybe i will get back again....the freedom...to get up and say "i am going out today"yes i want the chioce.give me sun,release me from my cave,so i will not be left wanting forever for the warmth
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