Soaking in Summer │ CT Children’s Photographer

Smelling the roses seems to be a thing of the past these days, at least in my life.   Even though I try to spend the time enjoying the simple things, the hours just roll by so quickly and at the end of the day, my to-do list seems like it’s twice as long as the day before.

I long for my children to experience the things I did when I was a child.  Like eating a fresh picked cucumber on the front steps, garden tomato sandwiches, catching fire flies and playing tag until long past dark.   Making a wood raft for the stream by our neighborhood railroad tracks and the sound of crickets just outside my bedroom window.  Where did the crickets go?  I don’t hear them anymore…maybe they’re too busy also.

I know I desperately need to find better balance, not only for my children, but for myself.  So in the spirit of true desperation I have planned some slow-down-to-smell-the-roses activities for next week and yes, I realize that attempting to slow down while planning activities sounds like I’m spinning my wheels in the wrong direction, but they are relaxing activities, meant to remind us of what life should be like.

What simple pleasures do you miss from your childhood?

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  • Marsha - July 16, 2010 - 11:47 AM

    I miss long lazy days with a book. Boredom and quiet gives you lots of time to watch sleep shows on PBS (Great Chefs of the West, that Alexander painting guy, Yan Can Cook… all *yawn* shows, right?).

    Now I have to squeeze my reading time in, even if it’s at 1am.ReplyCancel

  • Megan Goodell - July 21, 2010 - 10:54 AM

    I’d like to think that my childhood isn’t over yet 🙂

    I will always remember the smell of my grandma’s cloth napkin drawer. Whenever we had Sunday dinners at grandmas house my job was to put out the cloth napkins. They were all different and super soft from all the use and laundering. They just had a certain smell of fabric and cedar wood from the drawers that I loved and I felt extra important to have such an important job!ReplyCancel

    • admin - July 21, 2010 - 11:19 AM

      What a sweet memory Megan! It’s so funny how even the smell of something similar can bring a flood of memories back to life! In my case, my aunt was a wonderful cook and baker and every day she would make a big breakfast. When we would arrive at their old three story farmhouse in Maine, she always had something cooking on the stove. To this day, every time I smell bacon, it reminds me of my aunt’s kitchen and how much I enjoyed being there.ReplyCancel

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