Summer Is Officially Here!

You know it is summer when you're picking fresh peas from your garden and popping them into your mouth before you even get in the house:



and when your son and nephew are housing watermelon and ice cream at parties:



and when the sparklers and lightening bugs come out:



and when you go to swim for hours and then go to Dairy Queen after it all.

One time, before we were married, I asked Paul what he liked about me, and he said that it was that every holiday and every season thrills me. I throw myself into Christmas, and bloom at the first signs of spring. I feel completely American and patriotic when July Fourth comes around. Every season is my favorite while I'm in the middle of it, but I think I love the freedom and hedonism of summer most of all. (Ask me how I feel this autumn, though.)