While sipping my morning tea today I read the latest issue of Victoria Magazine.
There were stories of summer memories and it brought back several for me.
I will share one today and maybe more another day.
When I was in high school I spent several summers with cousins, aunts, and uncles
working in the apple harvest. I was saving money for college.
There was a summer friendship that developed with one boy,
he had hoped it would be a lifetime romance.
For me it was a dear friendship.
He would say, "Come watch me play baseball tonight".
The games were in "fields of dreams", out in the country we would go in a pickup,
my cousin, a friend, this boy, and me.
The evenings were filled with starlight and warm summer breezes.
I would watch this boy and cheer for him.
It really didn't matter to me who won, for he had won my heart that warm summer night.
After the game there were large cauldrons of freshly picked corn on the cob, slathered in butter,
plus a truck load of watermelons warmed by the sun.
A meal can be made of just this.
Fresh juices running down our arms, no utensils were needed.
It was the delight of laughing and being together on this warm summer evening
that brings back memories of a summer long ago.
Though the romance didn't last, it is still a dear summer memory.
Do you have a summer memory to share either here or on your blog?
Let me know, I would love reading them.
