summertime...
the summertime of my youth was:
feeling the squishiness of the soggy, fresh grass under my bare feet as I sloshed around in the cold pools and streams of melted snow and spring rains that ran through my grandparent's back yard
being sprung from school early on Fridays for trips to lake taghkanic
games of 'mother may I' and 'red light green light' as the sun went down
then catching lightening bugs and letting them loose in my bedroom
waking to the sound of classical music and the delicious smell of Sunday breakfast wafting through the house...
picking black caps (and not being bothered by the heat, bugs or prickers) - it seemed like we'd pick bushels... but very few actually made it to the house - YUM!
swimming... for countless hours - until I practically had to be dragged from the pool with blue lips and chattering teeth!!
stalking around the yard catching frogs, salamanders and caterpillars
the sound of baseball games on my grandfather's transistor radio
hearing the dinner bell at the ranch and realizing the day is almost over =(
ice cream cakes from Carvel and Holy Cow
picking dandelions... a penny a piece
frog jumping contests at the rec on the 4th of July
going outside to wash my hair in the rain
dumping out our huge box of miscellaneous legos all over the living room floor on a boring, rainy day and building practically the same stupid multi-colored house every time
THE FAIR - our last hurrah before school started back up...
and finally... going to the local pizza place to stock up on pies for the winter
man I miss those days!!






