A Taste of Summer
Quote de jour
"Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit."
~ Henry David Thoreau
Where is summer running to other the obvious autumn? I can’t believe it’s the middle of July, or deep summer already. My markers of summer coincide with my end of July birthday, except this year everything seemed to arrive earlier: the fireflies, the day lilies, the black-eyed Susans and last week, the early bird cicadas, already. The spring greens of tree leaves have darkened too soon, too soon, too soon!
"Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit."
~ Henry David Thoreau
Where is summer running to other the obvious autumn? I can’t believe it’s the middle of July, or deep summer already. My markers of summer coincide with my end of July birthday, except this year everything seemed to arrive earlier: the fireflies, the day lilies, the black-eyed Susans and last week, the early bird cicadas, already. The spring greens of tree leaves have darkened too soon, too soon, too soon!
The photos in this collage are some of my summer memories thus far. For me, summer is about going barefoot and wearing as little clothes without getting arrested. And food eaten outside: ice cream cones, watermelon, juicy dripping-on-chin peaches, butter slathered corn on the cob, BBQ anything… which reminds me, I have a picnic lunch to prepare for a bike ride to sop up some more memories.
What are your favorite memories of summer?
Posted by Layla Morgan Wilde at 7/15/2010 9:59 AM 
Categories: Food, Photography, Spirituality
Tags: summer memories summer flowers watermelon memories.swing into summer a taste of summer
Categories: Food, Photography, Spirituality
Tags: summer memories summer flowers watermelon memories.swing into summer a taste of summer
Gorgeous pics! I hate the cold so having to wear hats gloves and boots is bliss.
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Thanks. I hate the cold too and dread bundling up like an Eskimo. (Is that politically incorrect?)
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"In summer, every thought seems superfluous." I suppose that's what summer means to me. A feast for the senses: looking, listening, being.
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Yes, a feast and orgy for the senses
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My favorite memories of summer are still in the making. I'll get back to you in September, after it is Autumn.
But I love yours.
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That's something to look forward to!
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July already marks the start of the rainy season where I'm from. In fact, a particularly strong typhoon has just left our area a few days ago. It's nice to look at how warm and summer-y it is in other parts of the world though. My favorite memories of summer would be swimming in the pool as kids.
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Love the photo collage. Everything about summer is my favorite - it's my favorite season, and it always goes by way too fast.
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It's my favorite too.
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