Even without the sweltering heat outside, my house bears all the inside markings of the arrival of summer:
- Damp bathing suits hanging on every available doorknob.
- A bowl of fresh cherries sitting in the middle of the dining room table, their skins as smooth and polished as rubies.
- Remnants of sunscreen behind my baby boy’s ears.
- My little girl’s hair a permanent tangle of seawater, chlorine, salt and wind.
- Wild hydrandrea bushes in full bloom outside the kitchen window; flowers as large around as my hand, white as cotton balls.
- Fruitflies emerging from nowhere, circling lazily overhead, drifting from room to room.
- Frozen, chocolate-dipped banana chunks laid out on sheets of waxed paper in the freezer.
- The smell of sun - a pale, lemony scent - in every single room.
Long may summer reign!
Onward, always.
CG