Thursday, June 14, 2012
I know it's summer when Damian and I spend lazy evenings at the pool, where I welcome the coconut scent of sunscreen and the smooth, coolness of the water on an otherwise hot day.
I know it's summer when my parent's garden, although somewhat neglected, somehow brings forth potatoes, squash, peppers, kale, and many other delicious things, as well.
I know it's summer when the sun pours through the sky and down to the earth so brightly that watering a garden makes a rainbow.
And I know it's summer when I frantically run around my apartment in search of my missing purple flip flop, when I only wear my hair up and constantly remind myself to schedule a hair cut, when I am only cold inside, when ice cream and Popsicles always sound good, when I eat fresh fruit and salads every meal and look forward to Damian grilling fish on the weekends. How do you know when it's summer?