From the Mouth of a Cracker: Fading Fast...

This week, even though its been sweltering hot here, there is a bitter coldness undercurrent to it...at least in my mind. Labor Day has come and gone. And even though summer doesn’t officially come to end until September 22, it is fading fast. Time that once was relaxed and easy, is now shrugged off for scheduled lives and strict routine.

For me summer has always meant freedom. Freedom to stay up longer. Freedom to make the most of the daylight. Freedom from close toed shoes. Freedom to relax. Freedom to be outdoors and breath deeply the fresh air. Freedom to eat Rita’s Italian ice three times a week if I want to. For others, especially in my neighborhood it means freedom to not wear a shirt...even if you REALLY should.

I enjoy each season for different reasons…even winter. But summer will always hold a special place in my heart. This summer is no different and I walk away from this summer with so many fond memories.

Losing a dear roommate is always hard…but easier because I love Amy & Greg together.

A day spent in Mount Adams….picnicking, napping, laughing, discovering, talking, reflecting…

Going to Chicago to see James Taylor. To get to see him at the Ravinia was remarkable…Its such a great venue! I loved Zimm really enjoying his time at the concert, fresh strawberry orange juice, good conversations, and firsts.

Celebrating my parent’s 40 years of marriage by spending a week in June with my immediate and extended family in North Carolina was such a delight. However, getting a speeding ticket coming home…not so delightful.

House Church...Fireworks...Rita’s

Spending lots of time on front porches and back decks. Whether it was watching thunderstorms roll thru, camping out on them, grilling, or laughing until I wanted to cry.

Visiting with friends who live far away, who have come home.