I’m not really a summer girl. I’m not a fan of heat and sweat. The sun isn’t really my friend. Lately, though, I’ve been thinking a lot about summers growing up in Michigan — and I miss them. There is a definitive difference in the feel of summer on the lake as opposed to summer at the beach.
There’s a lazy days of summer feel that Southern California beaches just can’t quite capture. The dangling-your-feet-from-the-pier-and-dipping-your-toes-in-the-lake kind of stuff of old movies or movies that attempt to harness “summertime and the livin’ is easy.”
Reeds and pussy willows and sand-grass that cuddles up to the lake’s edge and dances in the warm breezes.
Summer storms where thunder rolls, lightning divides the sky, and the rain blips and blops on the water.
And then there’s the…
And myriad berries…
“Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in your head.” ~ Paul Auster
Blessings and Bumble Bees, dear reader