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!