Friday, July 13, 2012
Hot Summer Day
I am glad it isn't like the 1930s. Can you imagine cooking over a hot stove, in a dress, with not even a cooler? I don't know how they did it. When we moved here, in 1963, the old farmhouse didn't have a cooler or anything just lots of trees. It had a fantastic screened in porch and they would move all of the beds in the house out there. Just for the one summer, I was four then, I thought it was the most magic place to live. I loved going to sleep with my parents so close, the sound of the frogs and the breeze in the trees. It was all farm land then, and there would be the smell of the alfalfa blooming and when they cut it the smell of drying hay. Waking up in the morning, was almost like sleeping outside. I am sure it wasn't as magical to my parents and grandparents, my grandpa would make ice cream in a crank ice cream freezer and he would put watermelon in a tub filled with ice. We would eat watermelon smiles and sit on the porch and spit seeds.
I don't remember it ever being that hot. Not like today. On days like today, it is nice to think about things like that don't you think?
I hope you have a very nice weekend.