Summer Doldrums

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I’ve got the end of summer doldrums big time.  I don’t feel like doing anything.  I want to sit outside, read, pet the dogs, and just daydream.  Not on the rainy days – those need a nap – but on days like today, when the sky was a beautiful mid-blue with big white fluffy clouds.

It’s always like this with me at the end of summer.  I don’t want to exercise.  I can’t hardly stand to be inside.  I want no responsibilities, no rules, and nothing to do for days on end.

Of course, that’s not life.  Work is in full swing now that the federal tax return is nearly done.  My team has already started working on the state income tax returns.  But the rest of my life?  Slowed down.

I love this quote:

Rest is not idleness,
and to lie sometimes on the grass
under trees on a summer’s day,
listening to the murmur of the water,
or watching the clouds float across the sky,
is by no means a waste of time. 

John Lubbock

I know this won’t last very long – by next week I’ll feel more like being productive.  But for now, I’m relaxing and enjoying the last few days before the holiday weekend.

I’ve also been playing with my pictures from Colonial Williamsburg.  Here’s one of the private residences, straight out of the camera:

Straight out of the camera

And here it is, done up as an oil painting:

And here is. . . a beagle who just got yelled at for trampling the lantana.  What, you thought I did the building a different way?

Enjoy the last few days of August.  Here’s a final thought for you:

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon;
to me those have always been
the two most beautiful words in the English language. 
Henry James