Today summer at my house is kids home from school, days at the beach only minutes away, wandering the mall to kill some time.
Summer used to be afternoons sitting on top of a picnic table eating cold watermelon slices, it was stacks of Harlequin romances, baby oil, a lounge chair in the front yard and FM 100.
Summer was the pool at Shelby Forest, spending a day at Maywood, and picnics.
It was evenings sitting in my grandmother's swing watching fireflies, it was family stories, it was a scoop of Baskin Robbins ice cream on a sugar cone.
Summer was Johnny Carson, popcorn popped in an old iron skillet and home- made lemonade.
Summer was long days, the scent of honeysuckle, horse shows on Friday night.
Summer was long bike rides with my brother because there was nothing else to do. It was pizza made with biscuits for the crust, it was picking strawberries, it was eating fried okra fresh from the garden and blackberry cobbler made in a huge dishpan.