The Smell Of Summer

I love the smell of summer. The smell of lilac and honeysuckle. The smell of freshly cut grass, of meat cooking on the barbecue. I love listening to the sounds of buzzing bees, children at play, singing birds, the bubbling of the brook across the way. Summer is such a glorious season.

I guess I still equate summer with my school years. I mean I liked school, but summer was a golden age. It was the time when we lived, truly lived. I remember waking up in the morning, having a bit of breakfast, and going out with my friends. We would do anything we wanted. Play soccer or baseball, all day. Go out wandering in the forest. Racing our bikes. And when the sun started to go down, we all went home, and had dinner as a family. And even those dinners were an event all on their own. Unless it was raining we always ate outside. I think it was those days that really brought us closer together.

Really all those summer days were without a doubt some of the best I ever had. Those are the days that I hold all others to. Those are the days I want to regain. Days where nothing matters, were you can do everything and nothing. Heaven.

It was nice earlier today, having the family over for a BBQ. It was a simple dinner, nothing fancy, but it was almost like those summer days of long ago. It was nice to have a taste of that again.