Tuesday, July 17, 2012


Long days that begin with lazy sunrises and end with 8:30 p.m. sunsets.
The scent of sunscreen and chlorine in humid air.
The happy screams and splashes and calls of "Marco!  Polo!" from kids in the pool.
The white flakes of a peeling sunburn.
"It's not the heat, it's the humidity!"  (Really.  It's both)! and "Is it hot enough for ya?"
Star gazing on the back porch with a glass of wine (Ursa Major, Hercules, Lyra).
Line-dried towels and pillow cases and sheets.
The rumble of thunder in the afternoon and the flashes of cloud-to-cloud lightening... a free fireworks show.
The whine of mosquitos and the hum of cicadas at twilight.
Ice cream and popsicles and frosty drinks.
Fresh garden offerings:  Blueberries, peaches, watermelon, okra, tomatoes, squash and cucumbers.
Freshly cut grass and the stinging bite of fire ants on bare feet.
The icy blast of air conditioning vents, flipping the pillow to the cool side and the lullaby of ceiling fans.
Sweating at 6 a.m. and 7 a.m. and 8 a.m. . . .
In the summertime.


Stomper Girl said...

A lot of your umber sounds very similar to ours, but we are in the depths of winter here, short, cold, wet days, mud, comfort food, cups of tea!

Stomper Girl said...

Summer, not umber. iPad typing.

Mary said...

It is familiar Caroline - I agree. Makes me want to be there on the porch with you Melinda.

Aunty Evil said...

Other than the Okra (although we have it here but nobody takes it seriously) you could be describing a typical Aussie summer.

Especially the "it's not the heat it's the humidity" and "is it hot enough for ya?" comments :)

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