Summer, summer, summer, how I love thee! The slower pace, the popsicle, and the starry nights. It is hot, but that is usually something I am willing to overlook on those lazy summer evenings. All that is required is a chilled sweet watermelon, and a tall glass topped with ice. Children swim or play in the sprinklers while the adults rock slowly under the porch. Old country music plays softly in the background. I cherish those nights, they are precious and rare. A reminder to slow down and just 'be'.
Some of my strongest memories are from my summers, and I am pretty darn sure it is because those were some of the few times of the year, that we took the time to j enjoy one another. We would sit out on my grandparents deck and watch the street light slowly come to life. All the while consuming great amounts of peaches, apricots, and tomatoes from grandpa's garden. More often than not, someone was sunburned and happily tired from an excursion to the lake. Looking back, those nights seemed magical, and I miss them. Yet, I know they live on with each passing summer. Children are beautiful like that. They create the magic, and I feel blessed to be a part of another summer with memories dancing like fairies in the twilight just waiting to be caught.
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