The summer solstice is behind us and the season burns bright in all its splendor.
Every morning starts with a mist. The dew of the night evaporating in the pinking horizon. By midday, the sun’s hot and heavy with humidity. Spring trees bend and brown under its gaze. The day rolls on slow and I find myself matching its pace. Just laying down and letting the sun further burnish the melanin of my skin.
And the colors of the season. Plums and peaches hang heavy on the vine. Local supermarkets brim with multicolor peppers and squashes. Red, Orange, Yellow, and Green. The weekly farmer’s markets are filled with the delicious smells of fresh fruit. The night air is cool with dew. Burning charcoal and hickory wafting in on the wind.
There’s tons of reason to love the summer.
But ultimately, together we broil.
Back in the day, I used to hate summer. I liked being out of school but I just couldn’t stand the heat. Ironic since I am a summer baby.
It’s still far from my favorite season but I’m finding myself appreciating the things I took for granted about it in years’ past. Summer mornings are definitely my favorite. I like seeing the colors of the sky as the sun rises. And the dew makes it so refreshing. Spring’s color comes out in full force and summer music plays on the radio.
Since I’ve gotten really into cooking, I’m researching all the foods that are in season. I bought and tried fresh plums and apricots for the first time. My fridge is stocked with cucumbers, peppers, and zucchini. This week I hope to experiment with some Asian style cooking so wish me luck with that. 🙂
How do you all feel about the summer season? What do you like most about it? What do you least like about it?