Summer scenes are coming into focus.
Memorial Day weekend kicks off the unofficial start of the summer season, and with that comes “we’ve been having fun all summer long” activities associated with fun in the sun times.
Shopping farmers markets and strolling American flag lined main streets for treats and treasures goes with the summertime territory.
I’m sure I’d be amazed if I realized the amount of hours Dave the Builder and I spent together early morning and late afternoon porchin’.
Perfect lighting scenario is the one nature supplies.
Summer offers pretty pastel flowers in pitchers, creamers, jars or even cans inspiration.
In season blooms here today and gone tomorrow spark buzz and demand.
Warm breezes in May remind me of a favorite summer scene set in a small North Louisiana town.
Included in this forever memory is cross-stitch pillowcases, crisp cotton sheets fresh from the clothesline, a vintage chenille bedspread, and a bedside window raised just enough to allow the morning breeze to fill the room with the scent of African violets.
Summer will always be hot, delightful, and golden.
Cold drinks and cool creeks right this way.
Texan family members refer to any and all soft drinks as cold drinks.
Tennessean family members refer to any and all soft drinks as a col cola. Not cold cola or coca-cola, but a truncated version of the two.
It’s true what you’ve heard; most Southerners do in fact refer to any and all brands of carbonated drinks as Coke.
Photography by Artem Beliaikin
Regardless of what you call it, Coke is summer in a glass, bottle or can.
Speaking of Martha Stewart- salute to 81 years young looking summer chic gorgeous on the cover of Sports Illustrated 2023 Swimsuit issue.
Thin patty grilled hamburgers and frosted mug root beers from Reed & Bell Drive-In was the summertime treat and the taste of my childhood.
We always parked and walked up to the counter window to place our order, and our mother would indulge my brother and me by letting us sit in the wooden school desks painted in primary colors of red, yellow, and blue situated under the shaded overhang.
Sipping on an arctic cold frosted root beer while waiting for our hamburgers to cook and listening to the hum of the fans overhead rated summer fantastic.
In our summer travels down the highways, interstates, farm-to-market, and backroads less traveled by, wonderment and nostalgia ride shotgun.
Points of interest past and present fill mile after mile with sights appreciated, underrated, and outdated.
Beauty is in the eye and heart of the beholder, the mind and memories of the observer.
Summer’s big bang theory proves we’re all big kids at heart.
Hold on, summer fans. The ride is just beginning.