Can it be that I haven’t blogged since early April & now here we are, almost at its end? Busy busy busy April. My son’s birthday party & an intense work load & phew… I’m spent. I’ve been writing so much for work that when I get on the train I just want to melt into another world & right now that world is smack in the middle of Charles Dickens’ Bleak House (cliché, perhaps, but I love me some awesome 19th century fiction!).
But I stumped across this sweet summer story about a boy, his dad & what kids can come up with when they’re allowed to be “bored.” T is not yet old enough to possibly be over scheduled but this story is refreshing anyway. I like the idea of simple summers & imagine days in the future when we’ll hopefully give T plenty of free time get bored, & creative in the summers to come.