Summer Nights



What is it about summer evenings ?

 They seem to slow us down and turn off our inner clocks.
After dinner each night the same ritual takes place in our house. It starts with a bit of water spraying when the gardens are being watered and then the boys are all excited and ride bikes and scooters around the yard. It is almost as if the slowly lowering blanket of darkness switches on a new level of energy within them.

Some nights it turns into a baseball game in the front yard, even though we as Aussies have no real idea how to play the game. Between the boys' knowledge of baseball from the movie The Sandalot Kids and my school girl days of playing softball we seem to somehow arrive at a version of the rules that pleases all. Added to that the stupidity of me who yells 'batter batter batter s...w....ing....batter' which I think may be from my teen movie days ( was it Ferris Bueller's Day Off ?) and believe me it is a sight to be seen!

Before we know it, it is too dark to see and the risk of injury rises, so it is time to call it a night. When we come in, I am amazed at the time. Sometimes it is so late! But...... in the summer time the clocks seem to stop and our bodies switch over the 'sun' time. We rise with the sun and we got to bed with the sun... and it feels magnificent!

4 comments:

libby said...

Gee you're better than me. I'm a lazy slob after 6pm :-). Mind you my day normally start about 5am...

Libby

Suzan said...

This is why I wish we had daylight saving in Queensland. We, too, had one magical summer filled with precious family moments. In fact it is the only summer that I remember seeing anything of my father. He would race home and we would picnic several times a week. Joyous and simple things are the best.

Jan said...

Ah, summer. Here in the winter time zone we fall into bed at dark feeling like the day has been too long and really it is much shorter than the summers' days.

Ladybird World Mother said...

this is so bizarre! Here we are in England, dark at about 4.15, with howling wind and snow for the north part of the country... and there you are riding bikes and Being Warm Outside. Wow. I too love those evenings (when we finally get one here). Children running around or on bikes or on our trampoline (called the Boing by our youngest) Fab. Will think of you tonight as we crouch next to fire...