Bicycle riding. Cloud gazing. Tree climbing.
Counting down to family lake trips, heaven on earth, our happiest place. Sad, sad, sad for the week to end.
Mornings lost in the cool, quiet library, my nose buried inside The Bungalow Mystery.
Chopping cotton with my sister, slow and steady, sun streaming across the field. See the blister on my hand?
Sleepovers with cousins, scary movies, giggling til dawn.
Church revival, the pew hard, would the sermon never end?
Trapping lightning bugs in mayonnaise jars. Pork ribs smoking on the grill. Can we eat yet?
Hunting down the perfect stick for late night marshmallow roasts. Shooting Roman candles from the dock. Oh beautiful, for spacious skies…
Days were long. Nights were sultry. By the first fall football game, summer had evaporated in a blur of laughter, a sweet memory recorded in my diary, recorded in my mind.
What memories will you make this summer?
talya
Follow Grace Grits and Gardening for heartfelt stories of food, farm, family and life. Talya blogs for the East-Dallas Lakewood Advocate and is a monthly contributor to Inspiration Cafe. A farm girl from Northeast Arkansas, she splits time between Dallas and Arkansas.
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