Friday, April 28, 2006

Summer is coming! Summer is coming!

I hate the heat. The hate the humidity. I hate the mosquitos.

But all three are more than mitigated by the fact that school is out, so my children are home. Home.

We take it easy here. We don't set alarm clocks, we catch fireflies in the twilight, we regularly make mud in which to play. We go do things on whims; very few things are scheduled during summer. We eat nearly all of our meals in the backyard. We leave the heavy door open so we can watch sudden, fierce summer storms through the screen door; summer rain smells magnificent. We rarely wear shoes. We read on quilts laid on the back lawn. We eat all the berries and melons we want.

Summer is coming, and

the world is our oyster
Everything is going well. In this term the oyster is something from which to extract great profit (a pearl). It was probably invented by Shakespeare in The Merry Wives of Windsor (2:2): “Why then, the world's mine oyster, which I with sword will open.”
"the world is one's oyster." The American Heritage® Dictionary of Idioms. Houghton Mifflin Company, 1992. 28 Apr. 2006.