Evocative words that have you envision greeting the Rising Sun, maybe doing a 'Happy Dance", rootling around for ice cube trays and deck chairs.
For me the breath of Bona Fide Summer is the anticipation of Sweet Tea, warm watermelon with salt, not sloshing about if you are trying to bar-b-que outside.
And rocking on the porch in the evenings...
(not my Porch... wish it was !)
(not my Porch... wish it was !)Watching the slow sway of the ferns...
Picking fresh blackberries...
And Blueberries that you can eat by the handfuls & usually don't last until you get home...
Welcome Solstice...
Welcome Summer... Nice to see your Sweet Face again !
xoxo
