Reasons Summer Rocks

I love summer. I love the warm sunshine, driving with my convertible top down, and walking barefooted in the grass. (Just as long as I watch out and don’t step in dogie bombs.) I love the lush green trees in my yard, and the flowering vines creeping up the pergola surrounding my porch. And fresh garden vegetables—even when they’re just tiny plants in the ground. I love the very idea of growing food in my backyard, and the smell of freshly turned soil that comes with it.

You know what else I love? Lying on a chair by the pool and doing nothing more than enjoying the absence of snow and cold. I even love the smell of sunscreen, especially if it’s Hawaiian Tropic brand. *sniffs the air* Aahhhh.

Oh, and parades and fireworks and outdoor craft fairs / art shows. (Which often smell like popcorn, cotton candy and caramel apples—or—barbecue.)

With summer, comes the sound of music as neighbors and friends host backyard parties, and the ice cream man driving up and down the street trying to entice little children into begging their parents to pay a dollar for a Popsicle they’d pay twenty cents for at the grocery store.

Homemade ice cream. Snow cones. Roasted marshmallows. Barbecue sauce. Fresh peas off the vine. Outdoor concerts. All tiny slices of heaven on earth as far as I’m concerned.

Oh yeah, people. Summer’s here. So grab a book and a bottle of sunscreen and take a few days to enjoy it. Because if you live in Utah—like me—it won’t last very long.

What’s your favorite thing about summer?