Summer Siesta or Summer Sea-yes-t-a-h-h-h

Where blue deep meets blue height

And wild blooms sweep each knoll

And streets are sand where hand in hand

Sweethearts and children stroll

Where song of sea and bird

And sigh of sleepy breeze

Delights the bystander to time

With melded melodies

The measure of tick-tock

Deploys but does not rule

It fills its nooks with tea and books

And twilight’s purple pool

The wherewithal of days

A splash of silver swell

As ripples break across a lake

Then fade into farewell

© Janet Martin

'Sea' you soon

(taking a little blogging siesta:)

...because summer is fading fast

and soon its lot of bloom is cast

and soon we will look back once more

to hear its echoes lap a shore

that slipped from gladsome grip to where

only our thought can

stand

and stare

...to scenes dearly beloved

that summer filled and felled

ere deep and utter whispers

of

Laughter and longing meld

Here is a peek into why I have barely touched a book, a bike or a cup of tea so far this summer...

but I have had more than my fair share of hugs and kisses,
and sound, sound sleeps that only complete exhaustion gifts;-)

Yesterday this little girl declared, Oh Janet, I love it SO much at your house! 

Sometimes I think there is just nothing bad in you..."I reassured her that, 'oh yes there is but her words make me happy all the same and I'm so glad she loves it here!'

... moments money and long bike rides cannot buy:)

We played 'Laura Ingalls' and pretended we were pioneers...

while we podded peas

...played with Baby

...and 'Pa' prepped lunch:)

...but we all need a break from time to time so here's to hopefully 

a bit of book-bike-tee-tea time;-))

between baby-bouncing-on-my-knee, of course!!

Something like this; Softly to  the Sea
(I'm SO in love with this artists music and photography!)