Underfoot, dried grass crunched like toasted coconut. Along country roadsides, daylily petals opened like peeled oranges and sipped, sipped the morning dew.
The letter “Z” best describes many of summer’s sounds. Buzz of flies. Bees. Mosquitoes. Sizzle of meat on grills. Squeeze of citrus. Cicada crescendo of zzZZZZ! Hammock naps of catching Z’s! Families and memories. And just plain EASE.
Summer is the season of things that spring. Grasshoppers. Crickets. Frogs. Screen-door days spring open wide as the day is long. Arms unsprung in greeting to capture friends, guests, and relatives. That familiar hug. And squeeze.
And things whir, too. Fans and air conditioners. Motorboats. Bicycle wheels. Roller coasters and Ferris wheels. Scooters and skates. Sprinklers and hula hoops. Windmills on sticks.
It’s a time when things drip. Bathing suits and towels on clotheslines. Ice cream. Popsicles. Cold beers and iced teas. Sprinkling cans and outside faucets. Dew on boat lines. Watermelon and fresh berry nectars. Sweat.
Unlike autumn’s neon colors, summer’s are pastel and soft. Garden palettes of pinks, yellows, oranges. Ice cream stores resemble flower gardens with their multi-colored tiers of flavors. Sandy shorelines blossom in a jungle of flamboyant colors and beach gear: flip-flops, towels, swimsuits and hats. Gardens on parade!
In summer, life just floats along. Merrily. Merrily. Rubber rafts and boats. Butterfly wings. Dandelion and cottonwood fluff. Bubbles and balloons. Maple wings. Birds that sing. Kites on string. Cares and troubles drift and saunter . . .
. . . Summer is everyone’s Christmas wish come true!
© 2012 Gary T. Czerwinski