Cherry tomatoes in our omlette for breakfast. Amazingly fresh French bread with a thick tomato slide on our picnic for lunch. Grilled shrimp and tomatoes for dinner.

Yum. It must be August!


It takes a real scorcher to keep us from being in the garden in the morning.

A little music.  A tasty breakfast.  The Sunday paper.  And spectacles such as this.

I always have high expectations for summer.  It probably started when I was in school and these 90 precious days represented a totally different lifestyle.  Unlike any other season, I always feel the clock ticking during summer and the days passing by far too quickly.

Being the middle of July, we must be half way through.  Never mind that summer officially starts on 6/21.  Or that the days start getting shorter on that day as well.  As summers go, it’s been a good one so far.  It’s been sunny and warm.  A little rain.  A little humidity.  But decent weather for swimming, picnics and growing tomatoes.  The summer things I love.

After Christmas and Thanksgiving, I think Memorial Day stands out as the holiday with the most memories for me.

My Mom and Grandmother always visited the graves of friends and relatives in the area, and remembered them with large bouquets made from their own garden. The making of the bouquets was a ritual that i was very involved in. It began with gathering lilacs and other spring flowers at Grandma’s house and bring her back to ours. The patio was set up with folding tables especially for the assembly of the bouquets. Old coffee cans which have been stashed away all year were covered with foil and served as the vases for the arrangements.

Our peonies played a major role in these arrangements. And they quickly became my favorite flower.

Mom and Grandma crafted unique designs, remembering the preferred flower or favorite color of the ones they loved. I knew none of the recepients, but appreciated the care that went into the arrangement, and the simple beauty of the garden flowers.

My Father patiently loaded the station wagon full of the creations and drove us around the valley to multiple cemeteries for our deliveries.

My first sunburn of the summer always happened on Memorial Day. Something that, hopefully, mothers do not allow any more.

After a record breaking winter, in terms of snow-fall, we are anxious for spring.  Several days of rain has finally cleared the landscape of the mounds of white snow.

Today, I watched a movie that I made of our summer garden. I could feel the warmth, and smell the fragrance.

Dylan has never seen summer at our place, and we can hardly wait to see him romping in the grass!

Just the thought of summer can bring a smile.  From as far back as I can remember, summer was something I looked forward to.  And something that never lasted long enough.100_2261

Why is it that summer flies by and winter just drags on?  It’s one of the great mysteries of life.

This year, we developed a campaign we called “Love Summer”.  One of our inspired copywriters put the essence of the campaign into words:




Love Summer, Love Saturdays

It’s time for baseball and beach balls.

Corn on the cob and burgers on the grill.

Short shorts and long weekends.

Popsicles that turn your tongue red and sunscreen that keeps your nose from doing the same.

It’s time for all the simple pleasures that make us love those precious  few months.

And it’s time for us to own that feeling, especially on Saturdays.

You know the feeling when you hear the ice cream truck? Let’s create that same anticipation leading into every Saturday.

Remember the joy of coming across that single perfect seashell on the beach? Let’s give her that same joyful surprise – be it a new item, or a special offer – week after week after week.


P7121532As an adult, summer isn’t everything to me that it was as a child.  My adult summer might mean a slightly slower pace at work.  It means outdoor concerts.  Picnics.  Lots of them.  Country drives in the Miata.  The instant refreshment of dipping into the pool on a hot day.  Farmers markets.  Fresh cut hay.  Longer days.  Fireflies.  Rocking ChairsCicadas.  Gazpacho.  Steaks on the grill.  Vinho Verde.  Fluffy clouds.  Growing my own tomatoes.  Dining outside with friends.  Brazilian music.  Peonies.  Fireworks.  A good book in the rocking chair looking out onto the vineyard.

Summer.  A little slice of heaven.