Summer 2017 was the summer of t-shirt dresses. It was the summer of twilight ice cream runs. Of sitting on the front porch and watching fireflies while listening to Sam Cooke. Of country drives to my favorite covered bridge. Of mosquito bites.
The summer of two sets of Pacific Northwest houseguests and a Memorial Day barbecue. It was my first summer watching the Braves. Of the local 4th of July parade. Of going to a concert at the Fox. Of 100% humidity. It was the summer of Yellowstone and Tucson.
Of afternoon book reading and morning ice coffee-ing. It was my first summer taking care of hydrangeas, azaleas and hostas. It was the summer I got a green front door. And had an enormous spider spin a new web every evening on my front porch.
There were fireworks and Stephen’s shows. Painted red toes. A slightly sunburned nose. I can’t think of any place I’d rather be.