Daily Prompt: In the Summertime
The word ‘Summertime’ has always conjured for me sweet feelings of bliss and freedom.
I wish every child could have the kind of childhood I was blessed with.
As a result certain associations were embedded in my child brain, and they persist to this day.
That’s great because they’re all happy associations.
Things like. . .
the smell of charcoals ash-colored and ready for burgers
bright blue cloudless skies
afternoon heat shimmering off the pavement
16 hours of daylight for play and exploring
the springy high dive board at the High School Swimming Pool
the smell of Coppertone or Sea & Ski
Beach Boys songs blasting from a transistor radio
The Strawberry Festival in June
Cotton candy and the lighted Ferris Wheel at the County Fair
spending the night at my grandparent’s house
the smell of fresh mown grass
napping in a hammock
sitting on the dock dangling my feet in the water
really good iced tea
Wolfman Jack playing my favorites on station XERB in Chula Vista California
my Mom looking like Doris Day in capris and Keds
a bottle of Pepsi Cola all my own
I’m returning to my childhood this Summer.
Swimming will be part of every day. As a kid my friends and I played Marco Polo for hours while our fingers and toes got all ‘prunie’.
My grandkids love the game, so I’ll have playmates!
And we’ll wear Coppertone 😀
I’m going to make exercise FUN.
I remember learning to hula hoop with Jodie Robertson. Granddaughters will love to laugh at me as I try to keep the hoop up and not put my back out. Laughing is a big part of my plans for summertime. How long since you tried this? It’s not as easy as it looks!
We love taking off without really knowing where we’ll end up. My husband, my Mom, and I are all spontaneous types and the only decision we make is which direction to head. First we’re going north to drive the fabulous Columbia River Gorge
We’re always searching for good pie.
We’ll be on the lookout for cool critters.
We’ll stop and smell the roses.
Every so often we discover something that makes us squeal with joy!
And I’ll write about our discoveries and maybe you’ll decide to throw some old sweatshirts and jeans in the car and take off to points unknown.
If you find good pie you know how to contact me.