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Saturday, August 8, 2015

what do you visualize ...

when you think "summer"

{roadside Harrisonburg, Virginia}


Growing up roughly five miles outside of a small, quiet rural town, when I contemplate 'summer' I envision farms with their fields of corn or tall grass awaiting the day it will be rolled into bales of hay for the cows and livestock.  Stretches of days when the gorgeous blue sky quickly slip into an afternoon rain and just as quickly return to its storybook cloud formation.  Recalling how good it felt to find relief from the heat under some shade near the river, or detouring to that magical water hole with mountain spring water hidden along our bike trek.   I had the very good fortune to grow up at a time when nearly everyone or someone in everyone's family had a garden and they were all too happy to share some of their harvest - especially the zucchini - masses of zucchini. It is this point in the summer where I find myself in need of a trip to the local Farmer's Market to pick up some of those goodies.  Sight, taste, smells - all transporting me to happy memories.  Memories of slicing freshly washed tomatoes from my grandparents garden with my Aunt Jean who educated me on how an already amazing food could be made even better on freshly baked bread with a bit of butter.  Or standing in my kitchen I shared in Morgantown with my younger brother while I was in graduate school and he was in law school, baking loaf after loaf of zucchini bread filling the freezer with ample treats for the winter while at the same time making the house smell heavenly.  Years later catching a little curly headed girl sneaking another mini-ear of corn or asking for another slice of cucumber - thinking aloud how content she would be in a garden, or in the very least, at a salad bar.

Where do your visions of a season take you? 

12 comments:

  1. I grew up very close to the Atlantic ocean, so in my first visions I see sandy beaches and smell salty air. Now though, I like to spend lots of time, camera in hand, overlooking any one of the Great Lakes.

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    1. Someone mentions 'beach' and even my senses tingle with the salty aroma as well as the methodic crashing sound from the waves and I didn't grow up around them. I understand the Great Lakes are quite majestic with I am sure their own sensory triggers.

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  2. Visiting from 'It's All About Purple' ...a great way to meet new people. I take a pitcher now and then too. Look forward to following yours. Cheers - Mac

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    1. ooohh nicki beware, he is addicted to his camera and he is a real jokester ;)

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  3. By the way...love your blog header. (I don't know why but the images I have tried to use blur out. I even searched to find the proper pixel width and height...still didn't work for me)

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    1. what size / pixel ratio are you using?

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  4. oooooooh how things have changed.....i grew up on the beach, i still adore the ocean. but my intolerance to heat has resulted in a disconnect for me in the summer. everything is different, i no longer enjoy or look forward to summer, it is the other seasons i love!!!!

    but i still love all of my summer memories!!!!

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    1. Debbie - I am not a fan of HOT plus HUMIDITY - as my family can attest. Still, I find enduring the summer's heat and thunder/lightening storms the layup to my complete appreciation of Autumn (probably my favorite season of the year).

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  5. These are such amazing memories. Summer for me still needs the salt air of my beach side home town!

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  6. Now my memories are like yours... farms and big sky, but in my childhood, its was playing in the city, with the street lights on. The ice cream man...fireflies and sitting on the front porch watching cars go by. The sounds of our neighbors voices. And the heat. No one had air back then.

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  7. Summer always takes me to the beach, the deep blue sky, the sparkling blue-gray water and the multi-grain colored sand. Beach towel laid out, basket filled with magazines and books, suntan lotion, sunglasses and a bottle of water.

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