For me, there is usually one day that stands out in my mind as the start of summer. It doesn’t have to do with the day of the month or the status of the earth’s orbit around the sun. Rather, it’s an internal moment merged with a set of external events that signals my own personal start of summer.<\/p>\n
Today was that day.<\/p>\n
The weather was cooperating and it was beautiful, sunny and warm. We dressed in t-shirts and shorts, packed our new picnic basket and headed to the park where we meet Liza and her girls. It was a perfect day. The kids were glad to be outdoors finally and played and played and played. Nobody whined about being too hot or too tired or too bored. Everything was fresh and new. Liza and I began to plot and plan for the start of park season; where we wanted to go, what we wanted to do and explore. Oh so many wonderful plans streach before us! I trundled the girls home for a quick lunch and long nap then I pulled out the brauts and corn and made my favorite summer meal. Liza and the girls re-emerged and we tossed them all outside while we cooked and chatted and just enjoyed being friends. Heavenly I tell you! Heavenly!<\/p>\n
On some level inside, I know that today will stand our in my mind with clear colors and vivid detail as my first true day of summer. Yes, I know that the clouds will roll back in. (This is, after all, Oregon.) I know that there will be more gloom and mud. But on the inside, I’m in summer mode and it is truely joyous. Have your turned that mental corned into summer yet? I sure hope.<\/p>\n
Now all I have to do is clean off my deck furniture, dig out my tank tops and stock up on sunscreen so I’ll be ready when Oregon’s true summer kicks in!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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