What follows, now that we are on the cusp of summer, now that we have spent some time this past weekend thinking about our men and women who have made the final sacrifice so that we could enjoy our liberty, now that we look forward to the long, sunlit days and warm and humid nights, now it seems appropriate to consider some truths (summer edition):
*Kosher hot dogs taste better than other hot dogs;
*I believe that while the world may be renewed every day by the breath of school children, the world takes joy from every whoop pulled from a child's mouth upon jumping off into the first cannonball of the year;
*Anti-bug candles are a scam;
*The sound that a well struck tennis ball makes is very satisfying (especially after laying off the sport for 15 years);
*Teenage girls in bikinis do not look like the teenage girls in bikinis I remember. If the girls back then looked like the girls today, I would never have had the courage to speak to a single one of them;
*The smells of summer are grand -- suntan lotion coming off the hair of a child cuddling on your lap; warm flowers; cold beer; freshly cut lawn; charcoal coming up to temperature; even chlorine smells nice;
*Roasted peanuts and beer at minor league baseball. Enough said;
*The feeling like the sun is never going to set and your summer day is going to stretch out into infinity with endless possibilities and always enough time for just one more jump into the water;
*Watching sailboats in the distance makes me think of the best of modern dance and poetry combined as the boats dance and weave around each other and as the sails dip and fill with the capricious whims of the wind;
*Warm tomatoes fresh from the vine. My grandafather used to eat them like apples. I used to think that was odd. I don't any longer;
*All the glorious summer fruits make me realize that even as wonderous as they are, they are but a pale shadow of the fruits of Mexico and Guatemala;
*Summer makes me want to play hooky in ways winter never, ever does.
Feel free to add your own, should you feel inspired.
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Posted by: GrammarQueen at May 29, 2007 02:02 PMDriving to work, windows down, singing like there's no tomorrow.
Posted by: Howard at May 29, 2007 04:32 PMI love the smell of the freshly turned dirt, cool rain and cut grass.
Spring and old-fashioned iris blooms will forever remind me of my grandmother. I miss her so much in spring.
Posted by: Margi at May 29, 2007 10:42 PMSitting on the porch after the sun has gone down, feeling the heat of the day still coming up from the ground and the sound of the crickets...
The way you can feel the heat of the sidewalk through your shoes.
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