Wandering Shoeless...

There are petals in my coffee, as I write this... I think Jake put them there while I went to put my guitar away, because here they are, shredded jasmine in my cup of coffee.
I am not sure whether to leave them floating and not finish the coffee, or pick them out and ruin the tranquility of it all...
Jake! you truly are a Clever Villain: to make me choose between serenity and coffee like this!

...Little brothers, eh?

But I've allowed myself to stray here... Where was I? ...ah, yes, I was Wandering Shoeless...

Yes, finally, Summer is here! it's been nipping temptingly at our heels for a month-or-so now, but finally it has arrived: I can hear the cicadas! (Or "G'day Bugs" as 'Pa would call 'em in his rolling Queenslander-speak, --if you listen to the cacophony just right, it almost does sound like g'day,g'day,g'day,g'day repeating over-and-over.)

The hills of Pyalong and beyond are mottled brown, and I have, in my traditional summer fashion, cast aside my shoes; Only to be worn again if I happen to be going out somewhere, or helping work on one of Father's backyard projects where safety is required.
As my feet slowly regain the toughened, fireproof callous that had wasted away swathed in thick socks and runners during winter; I will spend my days roaming the house, hills and town alike, -shoeless- (with a pencil in my hair and a notebook in my pocket) until the holidays end and I am forced back into the heavy, clumsy school-shoes that would cause a rolled ankle out there on the hills...

The Christmas hype has never really been a bug to bite me, I am just glad of any excuse to see the ones I love, they live so far away...
Well, my pondering is done, my coffee is cold, my fingers itch to slide that stubby pencil behind my ear and be off, The hills are calling...

Happy Summer,
Leah Mae :)

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