Summer fills the mind with possibility. It is the ripe, full, juicy peach. It is the scent of pungent, full berries on the vine. There are trails to be hiked, beaches to dig in, roads to twist our way through valley and range.
While it’s not officially summer, it’s already fizzing like soda up my nose. I’m poring over maps, plotting the summer reading, scoping out new places to picnic. I’m browsing books to read under the wafts of the ceiling fan on the hottest days. I’m combing through recipes for grilling, sangrias, cobblers, ice creams, popsicles, tiki drinks, salads…and realizing I’m leaning toward not cooking at all, as my thoughts wander to olives and cheeses and fresh fruits.
Soon we will hit the road, and we’ll see our wonderful national parks, so do stay tuned for that!
For now I’m digging in to the deliciousness of summer dreaming.