karenphillips
why I love summer
Summer is a garden in which everything wonderful grows. Long twilight evenings grow there, best served with a sprinkling of fireflies. Baseball and fishing grow there, and long naps in hammocks with an unread book open on your chest. Thunderstorms grow there, dark and dangerous but astonishing in their feral beauty. Iced tea, mojitos, gin and tonic…they all grow there, and beer so cold it almost stings.
Summer is in the fruits and vegetables. Peaches taste of lazy afternoons, radishes are sharp and peppery as a sudden storm, snap peas pop like a cooling drink. The ripe tomato, luscious as a summer flirtation. The taste of corn on the cob is as sweet as summer rain.
Henry James once claimed “summer afternoon” were the two most beautiful words in the English language. I won’t dispute that. But I’d argue that “garden fresh” comes a close second.
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