There will never be another summer when he’s three. So we grabbed our boat and blanket and set off for a Sunday afternoon playtime in the creek. I can’t think of anywhere to be in these hot last days of summer than in and beside the water. Here, summer sings it own song.
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
John Lubbock, The Use Of Life