We are having an awesome summer....hot days and cool nights (well, it's been a little too humid, but that's for another post).
I went out this evening to toss some garden leftovers into the compost, and as I walked across the cool, damp grass in my bare feet, listening to some of the neighborhood kids playing in the distance, I was transported back to a simpler time...a time when nearly every summer night was spent playing "kick the can" with at least half of the neighborhood kids, and the boundaries of where we could hide were two to three full blocks. The games would last for hours, ending only when more than one parent started hollering for their kid(s) to come in for the night.
And sometimes we would beg our folks to let us sleep outside...either under the stars or, more often than not, in a tent we'd build over the clothesline in the back yard. The nights tended to be a bit chilly, so we'd put on our winter jammies and bundle into sleeping bags set on cots (otherwise you'd wake up on the wet, dewey grass in the morning). We'd tell stories by flashlight until we were too tired to keep our eyes open, then we'd sleep like rocks until morning. Gosh, was that ever fun....
I still love spending time under the stars, but not so much in a sleeping bag on a cot...more like in a hot tub on the deck (*sigh*...if I only actually had a hot tub on my deck...).
Enjoy your summer nights, little ones. *Singing (in a bad falsetto)* "But oh, oh, those summ-umm-errrr nnniiiiiiightttsssss!"