Summer 2016. Last call?

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Oh, to be here or there…Now.

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        2. I know these days. This mantra to myself: “I will survive that.” So sorry, that you feel like that. Don’t give up. Just keep on moving. Don’t stop, when you’re standing on shattered glass. Hope, you’ll feel better soon.

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  2. Alright DK…Run to Walmart or Target, pick up a kiddie pool, come home, mix a {stiff} drink, put on your swim trunks, fill said pool, step in, sit down, close your eyes and use that *very* large imagination that I know you possess. Problem. Solved. 🙂

    P.S. I, too, wondered what had become of Caleb. Thought he must have bugged out early for the holiday weekend in hopes of missing the worst of the traffic. 🙂

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  4. Oh, I love these days of late summer. Seeing the last stars, when I stumble into the kitchen, making my tea for breakfast. A bit sad, that the days are becoming shorter every week. Watching the sun coming up, when I drive to work. The leaves are not so fresh green any more. I can already see a light orange touch. Looking forward to this orgy in orange, brown and yellow that will start in about six weeks. The dew on the meadows. The first chestnut feeling in my hand. Plum cake, apple pie with cinnamon. The changing of the seasons is one of God’s greatest gifts for me, full of presents every day.

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    1. Beautifully captured Christine. Your comments reminds me of a poem by Ambrose Hart shared by Whiskey River:

      A MILLION SHADES
      The soft, warm, gentle touch,
      when late Summer meets early Autumn,
      nothing can compare,
      nothing can equal,
      this wondrous, beautiful union,
      when a tired, slumbering Summer,
      and the awakening, boisterous Autumn,
      unite,
      and a soft, warm breeze,
      blows a single leaf,
      floating down,
      the fore runner of millions,
      golden and russet,
      soft and brittle,
      crisp and crunchy,
      a carpet of a million shades,
      a patch-work blanket,
      to gently fall,
      and sleep upon the land.

      – Ambrose Harte

      http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com/2016/08/a-million-shades-soft-warm-gentle-touch.html

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    2. I gather horse chestnuts every year…I like to finger them, like one would a rosary…I like to put them in a bowl and look at them…I love acorns, too…

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  6. And here’s the rub: when we first moved back to these (Hawaiian) islands ten years (11?) ago, we vowed to ‘go beach’ twice a week, at least once. We have only to travel 25 minutes to world-class beaches of Big Island’s west end, 10 minutes to some of the cleanest deep water currents and reefs, but we rarely go unless visitors come. We have the liberty, it’s not that. It’s just that we have created such a sanctuary at home that we are reluctant to leave. Lovely photos, by the way! 🙂

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      1. Well, we live on the (north-)west end 😉 But 25 min from sand beaches, yes. 😉 We can walk to ocean cliffs (we hear surf from our house when it’s up). We sit and watch these guys rappel off cliffs to get in the water; even world class surfers come here. Nobody knows about it. We’re often alone taking photos 😉 Crazy wonderful life. ❤

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  8. Summer is my favourite season David. We didn’t have much of one this year. And I try to be a grownup about it but I am sad every year when summer is over and I just can’t seem to not have a mini tantrum about it. ❤
    Diana xo

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