Sometimes I long for the summers of my youth. When summer days were endless and Grandpa was my hero, the biggest, strongest man I knew. I remember days spent sitting on a summer sidewalk with a hammer and a bag of pecans. Barefoot was the dress code. Bologna sandwiches and playing in the spinkler on the lawn. Going to the drive-in with the station wagon loaded with all the neighbor kids. Brown paper bags of popcorn and falling asleep before the 2nd movie came on. Being tucked into bed, with a tender kiss on my cheek. I recall laying on my back on a hillside watching the puffy white clouds and savouring the tiny drops of nectar from the honeysuckle blossoms. Fireflies in a jar.
Don’t get me wrong, life was hard, damned hard, at times. But I thank God and my Mom, for beautiful memories like these.
Do you have a favorite Summer Memory?
Thank you for joining me on this journey. Penny ❤