Ahhhh sigh. Same scenario as yesterday - debated more sleep, chose more alone time in silence. After all, how could I help myself considering the birds are just singing such beautiful summer tunes this gorgeous June morning? It's as though they were calling me to join them on the deck -
So here I am, steaming cup of coffee and the summer sounds of morning.
I love Summer. Summer is my most favorite season of the year, there is nothing about it I don't like except that it doesn't last year round. Lately I have been asking myself why I don't go further South and find a place that would give this to me a full twelve months? - the answer Autumn duh....I would not fair well without my Autumn splendor and all it's fiery colors. For years I have been proposing to Mother Nature in private conversations that Autumn last from October until December 23rd, then Winter comes dressed in White for the holidays and lasts right up until New Years day than BAM Spring. I think it sounds like a perfect plan actually - Winter is now my sworn enemy and I could do without it completely - I fear Winter 2009 may have forever tainted the Season for me - for the rest of my life snow = fear. I don't care about how pretty it is or that it's fun to play in - to me it is neither of those things - I far prefer to look for dive sticks at the deep end of the pool, screw sledding, screw frost bitten toes. I hate everything about it. I used to love Winter fashion, I dig a pair of knee high boots, but as I sit here in my strapless sundress with the sun kissing my bare shoulders I think better of my boots, better of being covered up at all. I could be bare every day of my life and be perfectly happy.
I fell in love with Summer very early on in my life, way up North in Boston. Because of the long, arduous, annoying Winters in the North by the time Spring cropped, I was about to kill myself for lack of Vitamin D. Restless - to say the very least. I never wanted to have shoes on, I have been a barefoot girl since way back and I just couldn't wait to let my toes out to breathe. Then there were my beach days....Ahhh I miss the New England Coast Line desperately - it is COMPLETELY different from the South East Shores. Here there is only sand, it's white and hot and stretches on forever. Up North he beaches are jagged and imperfect and there are rocks and sand dunes and tide pools, wood drifts and sea weed pods and the sand is cool and brown and littered with shells and other sea trinkets. The New England coast line is a buried treasure chest washed up on shore and busted wide open. I could spend my entire day at a New England Beach searching for the perfect shell or piece of sea glass and in the process view the cycle of ocean life and see my place in it oh so clearly. I knew even before I knew of evolution, I was a sea creature at my inception. I have no doubt that at some point in the cyclical spirit span, that I was a fish of some kind or another....I felt so at peace back in those days with my toes in tide pools and my eyes wandering excitedly through the glinting treasure trove of water mysteries. I felt best with a sunburn and salt water carving out and defining my summer blonde curls, a film of the ocean water on my lips so when I licked them I knew I was at peace.
Yup my love of Summer started young - me and my Nana bobbing in the ocean waves together, me and my laughter and her and her ridiculous bathing cap that I always teased her about and I swore she wore just to give me an little something extra to giggle about.
Those were the beautiful precious days of my Summer youth.
Here in Virginia summer now equals pool time. And although it is not nearly the same experience as my childhood - it gives me a unique pleasure just the same.
I love to hear the culmination of sounds. There is the reverberation of the diving board, the crash of a massive slash, laughter, kids yelling, music playing and slapping flip flops on the wet pool deck. It is a daydream no doubt. I have a family there too, other pool moms, all the kids, the life guards and my favorite table and lounge chair. I love every second of it - feel alive when the pool opens and a little dead inside when it gets drained and the deck chairs get piled by the side, missing us as much as we miss them.
Summer is the time of cold alcoholic beverages, early morning quiet to think, bare skin, swim meets and the whir of my ceiling fan that makes naked night sleeping oh so comfortable. And tan lines...who can forget the tan lines. My kids joke all summer that when I am naked I look like I have on a white bikini....I love my reflection in summer almost as much as I loved Nana's flowered bathing cap.
And let's not forget summer music - summer music is the best music. When I set up shop at the pool, get my station just so and finally settle to disrobe and lay down in the sigh of relaxation, I always start with Jason Mraz's perfect version of Summer Breeze. Blowing through the Jasmine in my mind....Nothing better than a perfect anthem for perfect moments.
Yup I love Summer with all my big gushing heart.
I am a Summer girl in love with everything about the season.
And with that, time to go switch the laundry to the dryer - beach towels and more beach towels :)
Have a glorious Summer day peeps and if you don't have Mr. Mraz's version down load it for me - tell me it isn't just perfection???
Peace and tan lines to you all. xo
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