Airy Nothing.

"The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name."
-A Midsummer Night's Dream

Not yet, please.

A few days ago it was June, right?

With every beautiful, blue, breezy day I ask summer to slow down, but it's almost over and I'm ordering textbooks and scrambling to see people before i leave.
This week was full of work, but the weather was beautiful and during my time off I did some wonderful summer-y things.


I picked raspberries with my mom at a little orchard down the road.
We only planned to pick a few, and ended up with eleven dollars worth.
It was so relaxing to be out in the sunshine in a raspberry patch with my mom, talking and laughing.
The orchard is set back from the road a ways and the store is a wooden barn surrounded by leafy shade trees and wildflowers.
Inside is cool and they sell homemade soaps and lotions alongside the fruit.
So peaceful.
I bought some lemon scented lotion. I want to eat my hands when I wear it.

And i picked a bouquet from my mother's flower gardens...

...And gathered tomatoes from the garden and ate them with salt and pepper, still warm from the summer sun.

And I got breakfast with a friend this morning at Clifton Mill.
The pancakes were bigger than my head and so delicious...banana walnut, yum.

Just a few days more before I have to leave...summer, don't end, please.