As a child growing up in the country, I don’t remember being particularly bothered by the heat of summer but that was a long time ago now. Here in Richmond, the summers tend to be sultry – awash in a stultifying mix of humidity, still air, and high temperatures. This year, however, we have had some spells of divine weather lasting for few days here and there in between the heat waves. It makes me once again love summer, a long-forgotten but immensely pleasant feeling.
So what is there to love about summer?
Being able to sit outside and read a good book. Or just be.
Taking a walk down the lane where I grew up; the breeze soughing through the sycamores my grandfather planted almost 100 years ago.
Sparklers at the family picnic on the 4th of July.
The “wheeee! ” of flying through the air at a small-town fireman’s carnival.
Day turns into evening and the carnival lights glow against the sky.
Lushness in the garden, crape myrtles blowsy with blooms.
Chairs on a dock by the water waiting for quiet readers, wet swimmers, or warm conversation amongst friends.
A toast in gratitude for another lovely summer’s day.
Feet in the sand at waters’ edge, a starfish winking at me.
Peace at the end of day.
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Next time, I’ll be back to Vintage Christmas. I’m back in the workshop making new things!