In the summertime when the weather is hot
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
When the weather's fine
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find
Chh chh-chh, uh, Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh, Chh chh-chh, uh
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
When the weather's fine
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find
Chh chh-chh, uh, Chh chh-chh, uh
Chh chh-chh, uh, Chh chh-chh, uh
No pithy words of wisdom today. It’s
the middle of summer, at least in this hemisphere, and it’s been warmer than
usual in the states and parts of Canada. Summers, for me, were a fun slower
time. As a kid always on the beach. As an adult showing my kids the country, camping
at national parks, spending a month at the lake, fishing, swimming, birding,
enjoying millions of fire flies. Now? It’s
having a coffee smoothie to start the day. Hanging out on the dock with a sweet
tea. Or, by the pool with a Long Island Tea or frozen Margarita and cruising on
the beach.
What about you? What’s a favorite childhood
summer memory? What are you doing this summer?
Have a great second half of summer.
Rita
7 comments:
I don't know why this sticks with me, but when I was a kid my grandfather would give me a quarter a day in the summer. I could take that to the community swimming pool concession stand and buy a banana Popsicle and one piece of taffy. I can still taste that banana Popsicle! :)
Oh Maureen. Things like that are such sweet memories. Do they even make banana popsicles any more?
Going to my Aunt Mary's country home in Rehoboth, Massachusetts, and jumping into the (muddy) swimming hole. Other thoughts too, but too long for here. A good question, Rita.
Jean sounds like heaven.
Riding my bike and walking my old dog. Sticking my hand in the pond and trying to catch goldfish. Seeing my mom's flowers. Spending the holidays at my grandparents' house, trapped in a stuffy room, drinking hot tea, watching Wimbledon and loving it. So many great memories, Rita. Love the banana popsicle story :)
What great memories Toni. Do you ever wonder what the kids today will say about their memories?
I do, Rita. I really do.
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