Lost Magic Of Summer
Although I tend to hate the heat of a Memphis Summer now, if I take a break from the noisy buzz of the daily adult grind, and take a deep breath, I can remember some of the magic that Summer could conjure up as a child.
Catching Fireflies
Going Barefoot (ah my soul)!
Riding In Back Of The Old Pickup Truck
The Smell of Freshly Cut Grass!
Watermelon, and sometimes
biting off more than one could chew...
Here are a few of the things that summer meant to me as a child growing up in the south.
Catching Fireflies
Going Barefoot (ah my soul)!
Riding In Back Of The Old Pickup Truck
The Smell of Freshly Cut Grass!
Watermelon, and sometimesbiting off more than one could chew...
Oh Summer heat, still deliciously sweet if you can find just the right way of looking at it.
I Miss My Childhood,
Aunt Jackie
(repeat from "I Miss My Childhood" -linked above)
I Miss My Childhood,
Aunt Jackie
(repeat from "I Miss My Childhood" -linked above)
Comments
Going to the beach - two in particular a stoney one at Herne Bay (Still my sisters favourite spot in the world) and Broadstairs Viking Beach where I'd sit digging and building castles for hours as my Mum read a book. I learnt to swim there too :-)
Yes the heat and humidity are bad, I do love colder weather tho hehe ;)
Aww Robyn, no fireflies?? :-O
xoxo