First Day of Summer

When I think of summer, I always think
of the beach. I think summer should smell
of suntan lotion, hot corn dogs, and salty
air from the ocean.
I bet by August I won't be singing this tune.
I will be pining for fall which where I live doesn't
happen until after Thanksgiving.

I think summer should be filled with firefly's glowing
in a jar with holes poked in the lid. When the kids
were younger we went to visit my parents when
the firefly's were out. My husband and me and our
babies were in our travel trailer and my older kids,
were in the house with Grandpa and Grandma, sleeping
in sleeping bags on the floor. Unbeknown to me, my kids
opened the jar with the firefly's in the house.

Later when my Mom got up to check on them she said, there
was little fairy lights blinking off and on in the room where the kids
were sleeping, and the bathtub was full of little glowing lights.

My parents lived really far out in the country, so when we sat outside,
we could see all of the constellations in the night sky. We sat outside,
so late because we could see so many.
Here where I live now, we can't see to many because of of the glare of
the city lights. It is still fun in August, to get out quilts and lay them
out on the grass and watch for shooting stars. The correct name is
the Perseids. I like to make a fire in a old BBQ that I took the legs off
and let it burn down and make smores and then watch for the falling
stars.
When you are laying out in the yard with your kids in the dark, staring at
stars, you can really talk deeply. When you are there all together, that
is when God seems so close and I can never understand how it is that
when we look at the sky and the Bible says that the heavens declare the
glory of the Lord, how we cannot fail to see how blessed we are to have
been given the gift of life.

Happy Summer!