Tomorrow I will pick up two boys from camp(where online pics reveal they've had all kinds of fun), and deliver the third to a bus that will take him and his cross country teammates to a distance running camp in North Carolina.
I love the ever-changing days of summer because they bear no resemblance to the monotonous school year.
I'm just sad that it's disappearing so quickly. Just one month from today is the first day of school for one of mine.
Makes me want to plan some home-stretch adventures.
So. My summer is a revolving door. For Poetry Friday, I challenge you to come up with a metaphor for YOUR summer!