|A hammock full of babies.|
|Fun in the fountain.|
My friend had a sleeping porch on her little foundationless house. We shared a single bed with a creaking wire frame. Our feet fought for space in the middle as our heads pressed against the frame at each end. It was not comfortable but the sound of the wind in a cottonwood tree and crickets in the bushes lulled us to sleep. Even now after 60 years I think of that time and place when I cannot sleep. It is such a sweet memory.
|Their very own strawberry jam.|
We walked last night near a creek with evening animals beginning to stir. Ducks were swimming close and the smell of evening came away with me as we wandered back home.
Each summer is different. Age, location, weather and family make things beautiful in my mind. While memories are important, the reality is much much better.
What is your favorite summer memory?