John rose early to water the garden, hoping it would seep in before the sun
grew more intense and baked the dampened ground to cracks of dirt.
But, walking outside felt different. The sun was not as intense,
and the dog did not have to skirt
around her dish before drinking; it was much cooler than yesterday.
The plants seemed greener, brighter, somehow,
the ripening tomato’s throwing off a red tint to the sky
and the birds settled, still in the trees,
and John stopped to ponder just why
it had changed, overnight, to a much more pleasant way
to spend the hours ahead. Instead of the new cabinets
he’d thought of for the kitchen, he cheerfully woke his kin
and said “Let’s go fishing, the weather’s great!”
Then started packing things for a day’s trip, again.
Fishing is a wonderful chance to play!
They tossed the aluminum fishing boat
up on the truck and tied it down.
Glad for a 4-door cab, they all piled in
and headed quickly out of town
to the river that was mellow this year before it found the bay.
Lines cast out, then reeled back in, and cast out yet again,
Many a bite, nary a fish, though, found its way in the boat.
Scarfing up sandwiches, chips, and fruit,
drinking sodas, putting trash in the tote
that accompanied them on every trip, come what may.
Headed for home, at last, filled with delight
and the family closeness that comes when having fun.
Tired, but happy, chatting of the fish
they had almost caught, and then as one
they smiled and said, “It was a perfect summer day.”
My contributon to the fun of summer