How lucky are we that the longest day of the year marks the official first day of summer?
We need all that extra daylight to take a leisurely morning stroll, pick a few daisies, make Mickey Mouse pancakes, slip and slide, visit our baby calf friends, jump in a pool, build a cottonwood snowman, eat blue ice cream, float down the river, listen to music, host a dance party, play a little cornhole, take an afternoon snooze, imagine the clouds, lounge on a porch swing, grill a big, fat burger, toast a square marshmallow, eat a s’more.
Here in Wisconsin, we don’t get a whole lot of summer. So, we like to make the most of our days.
I have a few items on my list I intended to get to this weekend, but ran out of time.
I want to:
Pick strawberries.
Listen to a bluegrass band.
Chase the Northern Lights.
Golf. (It’s been a few years and I really need to get back on the course. If you see me out there, though, you might want to stand clear).
Ride my purple bike to dinner.
Find an outdoor yoga class.
Take a morning walk with a friend.
Attend an outdoor mass.
Watch a parade.
Go to a city band concert.
Eat dinner al fresco under some twinkle lights
I’m curious what your list might be.
I’m so grateful one of Margo’s last days in Wisconsin (until July) was also the longest.
I’m also very conscience of time’s swift passage.
We’re losing daylight by the second.
Let’s go!
