I love summer. it is my favourite season. I could live like this all year round. I live in my garden, on the various decks and porches, and outside as much essentially as possible in the months between May and Sept. I might even sleep outdoors, oh wait i do - we go camping.
Gardening, getting your hands filthy mucky, and ground in, is a fantastic feeling for me. Sweat pouring off me makes it a true labour of love - and enjoyment. Lawrence always said I would have been an excellent farm wife. High and fine praise.
things i love about summer:
sleeping in a tent - with crickets chirping, the moon shining in, the soporofic rustles of hot children wrangling their sleeping bags. Finally, at 42, realizing, i do not like sleeping bags and bringing a cool sheet and a nice old fashioned cotton "bedspread" -aaaah
cooking over fire - bbq, camp, coleman, no matter. the challenge to go primordially back and create something with a stove not plugged in
crickets, cicadas, butterflies, bees, caterpilars, cardinals, chickadees, grasshoppers
sunflowers, eggplant flowers, nasturtiums, beets, arugula - anything that grows in the wee patch
tomatoes from the vine - still hot from the sun
watching my children frolic in Georgian Bay, and watching Michael enjoy it with them
a COLD gass of yummy white
the view of sky from or back deck - watching the stars move across behind the trees as the planet shifts
my pond, with Levon the gnome, and Franklin the turtle, and a clear memory of Naomi making him "swim"
cold cold nesserode pie - fresh from the freezer (ok, so that one is new for me)
As my old friend Helen said lo those man years ago, "I love hot dogs, and sunshine......"