"Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill."
―Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
So many good memories of summer set the foundation for the anticipation I feel at the beginning of this glorious season. My friends and I share recipes as veiled invitations for gatherings over the next few months when the days are long and the evenings are warm. I have pledged to swim in the ocean more and planned boat trips on a few lakes.
Whether it is in memory or in hope, my summer plans always are linked to water. I wonder if this generation of kids will miss out on the fun of running through the sprinklers due to our drought? I know kiddy pools are made in new shapes and exuberant colors. Parents still stand patiently in the pool waiting for their child to muster the courage to leap into their arms. Canoe trips are planned over the course of years to visit remote and wild corners of nature. Paddle boards are rented at a moments notice down at the harbor
This precious and vital resource called WATER also defines summer in so many ways. It is the original playground in our mothers womb. I like to think that dolphins and otters are leaping and twisting and turning through bodies of water, just for the fun of it.