Ah, summer Up North. Time to doze in a hammock. Time to read a book . . .
Wait, wait! Look at the time! Must walk the dogs, get ready for the day job . . .
Ah, summer Up North. Time to sit on the terrace and look at the lake. Time to have a drink with friends . . .
Wait, wait! Look at the time! Must be off to the other day job . . .
Ah, summer Up North. Time to amble along the road, trailing the dogs, taking pictures of the chicory . . . Look – there’s a bee.
Wait, wait . . . time to order wood already?
Ah, summer Up North.
It’s here, it glimmers like ripples in the lake, and is gone. Summertime is snatched in fleeting moments when you live in a resort area. But wait until September. Ah . . .
Torch Lake Views 
flandrumhill
July 31, 2009
Oh the chicory is gorgeous. Maybe it’s summer’s fleetingness that makes it so precious.
p.j. grath
July 31, 2009
Ah, yes, the seductive call of the empty hammock! In our dreams, Gerry!
centria
July 31, 2009
Oh this is funny! So much to do, so much to do. I think we just have to get serious with our busy side and tell it who’s boss. Get in the hammock, Gerry! (that is if it’s ever warm enough…)