Summer is swimming.
Summer is ice cream.
Summer is baseball.
Summer is watermelon.
Summer is camping.
Summer is corn-on-the cob.
Summer is mosquitos.
Summer is catching fireflies.
Summer is sidewalk chalk.
Summer is green.
Summer is reading books.
Summer is thunderstorms.
Summer is front porches.
Summer is blue skies.
Summer is here.
enjoying our summer,
–rebecca
P.S. I would like your thoughts. What does summer mean to you? Is it family reunions? Is it weddings? Is it a trip to Grandpa and Grandma’s? Is it a summer job? Is it tomatoes? Let us know! Also, I would love to see your pictures. I have a group on Flicker called http://www.flickr.com/groups/mywhitsend/ Go there to upload your summer photos. Great photography is wonderful and all, but we are more focusing on the memories. You will have to join Flickr, but they walk you through the steps. It only takes a few minutes, and the steps are easy.
My Whit's End 
family camping, water, sun, sand at least once or twice, travel, getting away from the city, bugs, lazy mornings without the guilt (as opposed to lazy homeschool mornings *with* the guilt), public pools, novels, filthy bare feet, hot asphalt, sticky sleep and fans, popsicles … i could go on!
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I love the lazy mornings comment!! So true!
All the summer is. . .comments create so many memories.
Thanks for sharing. I hope you add some pictures!
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Watering, even in Washington, to keep the veggies growing. Love your pics!! Fireflies?? We don’t have them here. Mosquitoes, of course… miserable little pests!!
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Watering. So true. One of John’s memories of eatern Washington is the sound of sprinklers.
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summer is camping, unplanned dinners, roadtrips, impromptu parties and grandparent camp.
summer is also foggy afternoons, sweater wearing days and gelato.
ps: i am not sure we have met but i know your husband and his family and we have good friends in common. thanks for the lassen card shower.
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I love the grandparent camp!! I wish we lived closer to our grandparents. I can feel the “foogy afternoons.” Thanks for stopping by!
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