SUMMERTIME…and the livin’ is…

C’mon singalong, you know the rest.

…Easy. Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high.  Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good -lookin’. So hush, little baby, don’t you cry. (Ella Fitzgerald)

Well, Memorial Day, the unofficial start of Summer is behind us and although the calendar has not fully reached the ‘official’ start of summer, many of us sun worshippers are in attack mode.

The weather is appropriately hot/humid, mosquitos are abuzzing, flowers are drooping, grass is dying, ice cream trucks are a dingalinging, honeysuckle blossoms perfume the air, long lazy days/ hot, heavy nights, wet swimsuits/towels drying on the porch, lazy afternoons in the hammock/Adirondack, Vacation days circled, car packed with surfboards, jet skis unearthed from garage, crab nets cleaned, sun hat/sunshades and suntan lotion packed (yes, Virginia, people of color burn…just takes longer to get through that God given melanin). free movies/concert on the beach/river/town center lawn, charcoal grills ablaze and starry, whisper filled nights spent out on the patio/front porch.

All over the country, people are making the transition from spring to summer and the memories that I have are probably not to different from yours.

Girl, I dunno…you have some weird stuff going on in your life.

It IS time to slow down. Take a break. Leave the hustle and bustle of our technological, I am not a Robot filled lives.  Time to dress lighter, eat healthier, drink sensibly (except h2o, beer, tequila and wine…got to stay hydrated), and for once, truly marvel at the World around us.

The question Reader is how many of you have taken the summer plunge? And how many of you are still in everyday rush, rush, type A, can’t get it all done mode?  No, I’m not advocating wholesale abandonment of your job.  That would be foolish, reckless and a chance for another country to come in and take over…start producing all our goods, buying up all our real estate, outsourcing all our jobs…oops, Damn, that’s already happening…

What I am advocating is that you devote some time in the next 2 months to an activity ( be it solo/with a partner/family) that conjures up/recreates memories from your own childhood.  Some pleasurable memory/experience that means summer to you.  What is that, you ask?

Well, in my best soothing yoga voice, Relax.  Remember a time when life was simple and uncomplicated. When summer meant playing outside with your best friends for hours stopping only for a quick glass of  ice cold lemonade and a baloney sandwich.  Roaming the neighborhood like an Explorer in a Foreign Land squashing beetles, capturing butterflies/ladybugs and swatting mosquitos along the way. Jumping rope, hopscotch, hide and go seek, Marbles, dodge ball, softball, stickball. Kicking rocks. Begging for money for the ice cream man, and  please can we get wet with the garden hose … staying out until the streetlights came on. All because it was Summertime!

Would love to hear your memories in the Comment section below. Love and Light!

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11 thoughts on “SUMMERTIME…and the livin’ is…”

  1. Those cousins from the city coming to the country to spend summers with us. Introducing them to real cleaning up of the house, (water, chlorox, comet, occasionally pine sol, and an old rag cleaned dam near everything); bugs, frogs, dirt, fresh country air, getting up early, eating fresh vegetables from the garden (organic?). The nerve of them to make us think we were underlings because of our country way of living, we pumped fresh water [that was actually cold] from the ground. Sunday rides over to the beach. They’ve all said at one point, wish we could have a redo. But back then, it was thought of as such a hard life. They always returned, summer after summer, and many holidays. LOL

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  2. Those were the days of our lives. We could run around all day without a care in the world. Our only concerns were finding a good hiding place during a friendly game of hide and seek, ducking to avoid being hit while playing dodge ball, and running fast to keep from being tagged “it”. Let’s not forget Lil Mama’s ice cold tea and peach cobbler. Ahh yes, those were the days of our lives. Nowadays we (and our children) are more concerned about ducking, dodging, hiding, and trying out run bullets fired from a gun in hands of irresponsible owners. Oh how I yearn for the days of yore.

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  3. summer time for me was street, stealing wrenches from fire trucks, opening hydrants to beat the heat and hanging out on fire escapes to see mary wanted play “Hide and go get some…lol
    skully and marbles, stick ball and avoiding certain streets so we wouldn’t get our butts kicked.
    Now I am chillin and need to get back to reality so I enjoy the rest of the summer, ha ha

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  4. Wow Sistah, summer was one season as a city girl sitting on the steps, shooting marbles and jumping rope on one leg kicking and having to relocate when the gangs started. NC was a cultural shock to live on a farm; you know going to the out house, well water picking tobacco… my summers were full of hard work so I don’t have no sweet memories, yeah I got great life skills no hide and seek, hell you wanted to hide but who you hiding from??

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  5. Swimming at the Boys and Girls Club, making mud pies with eggs and spices, catching lightning bugs, buying frozen cups for the candy lady and drinking from the water hose. Maybe I should try this with Jojo.

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