It's Summer!

It's Summer! Oh I love this time of year, the sun up at 5:30 and down at 9:00.  The farmers busy on this road in their tractors cutting the first hay ,the tree toads, the fireflies, the daisies and black eyed Susan's popping up all over the countryside. I love the clothes on the line and that "ahhh" smell when I bring them in. My cat sleeping on the porch ,all stretched out ,without a care in the world. My veggie garden popping up a little more each day, til there is some produce to be picked. The lawn chair under the tree with me sitting in it with a good book and a glass of iced tea.
I love to hear the sounds of the children, fresh out of school, playing and running to and fro. Takes me back to when I was 7 or 8 and my best friend Linda (who is still my bff) would drive my dad crazy running in and out of the barn ,into the haymow as he was trying to fill it with hay. Sitting at the edge of the haymow door when he was done, just hanging out and wondering how we were going to spend the day. The possibilities were endless. This was back in the early 60's when your parents did not have to worry about strange people on the street or where you would be every single minute. Linda and I would go back and forth between my house and her's, letting the screen door slam, hearing our mothers, telling us not to let it slam. "Sorry",everytime we did. There were fish to be caught in the creek, tadpoles to be collected in the mudhole at the end of the dirt road, fireflies to catch at dusk.
 As we got older, we were allowed to ride our bikes, and we did ,all over. To the village or the back country roads. Stopping to the penny candy stores, loading up on 25 cents. The small local gas station down the road with the Coca -Cola machine. Not like today, but the big chest one, with the opener on the side.  We would buy one and chat with the owner for a few minutes before setting back out.
 Always something to do on a summer day.
 I watched my children enjoy the summer days growing up with our next door neighbor's daughter. Hearing the screen door slam every time and yelling don't slam it just as my mom did. Watching them go fishing in the creek, catching fireflies at dusk, being kids and having fun. I would go back in a heart beat if I could.
 I love Summer