No wait. Nothing at the zoo smells like roses…
But it IS a great place to play hookie on a warm summer day, especially when it’s with a dear old friend in town on a visit.
You can see which families spend their summer going in different directions.
And which prefer to stick close together.
Who’s already pretty bored with it all.
And who’s looking for a little fun.
Who’s sticking to his diet.
And who needs to lay off the snacking…celery and lettuce notwithstanding.
Who’s perfecting their swimming strokes.
And who’s only in it to cool off.
And if you ever wondered what it would be like to swim underneath a polar bear, it would be something like this.
But even if the zoo’s not your thing, take a minute to stop and smell the roses (so to speak) in your own back yard. That’s what summer’s all about! (And, sure as shootin’, everyone and their brother you haven’t heard from in weeks will call or e-mail you, expecting you to be in your office working.)
Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always been
the two most beautiful words in the English language.
~ Henry James
Writing by Ear 
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