Every time I hear or sing the lyrics to the popular old song, Summertime, I envision a tall, white stately old Louisiana plantation porch. I'd be sitting in a tall rocking chair with an oriental fan in one hand and a mint julep in the other. Stretched out in front of me are tall moss laden oak trees swaying in the soft warm breeze. The air is filled with the melodic sounds of birds and locust. Ah...no obligations whatsoever at that moment. This is truly summertime bliss.
Summer is the season to wear limp cotton clothes, flip-flops, and shorts. Summer is the time for coffee leisurely sipped while waking up late before a carefree day. Summer is watching our cats stalk lizards among the tall plants in our backyard. Summer is the smell of fresh mowed grass and the sight of blue wildflowers heroically blossoming among the weeds.
Summer is the Fourth of July in the park listening to concerts and watching fireworks soar high into the dark sky before exploding suddenly into a million and one multi-colored glittery strands of fire. Summer is an evening at the baseball park cheering for the hometown team, with high 5's all around as Berkman slams one more homerun into the Crawford boxes.
Summer is melted ice cream, ice cold watermelon, and frosted sugar cookies enjoyed with laughing children. Summer is a trip to the beach and a breezy evening ferry ride across the salty bay waters with noisy seagulls feeding in the boat's wake. Summer is the feel of cool wet sand beneath bare feet.
Summer is lunch with girlfriends in a quaint tea room punctuated by girlish laughter from 50-something aged women enjoying the company of their sisters. Summer is lazy tunes from a late night jazz combo drifting out into the hot night sky. Summer is an evening out with friends who share that special feeling one can only get while sitting outside on a warm Texas night.
"Summertime, and the livin' is easy".
6 comments:
Is that the Rosedown plantation house? I went there in high school and I remember the trees growing over the road leading to the house. I think it's near Baton Rouge? It's been a while!
That is a picture of Oak Alley. Kim and I visited it several years back and its so beautiful. Click on the link there where I mention "...stately old L. plantations" and it should take you to the Oak Alley website.
Felt like I had truly experienced summer after reading your blog! Beautiful!
Lovely writing Mary Lou.
Miami Chick
I keep telling you what a good writer you are, and this post proves it. Wish I were sitting on that porch sipping a mint julep, and we were having a leisurely evening. Sounds heavenly!
Love you!
What nice friends I have!
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