Soundtrack. . .
When it gets to be this time of year . . . late in the summer. . . when the air starts to cool and the season starts to change, I start "collecting" the summer. In my mind. Becoming hyper-aware of what makes summer so delightful. So . . . in January and February . . . I can remember what's ahead. And get through the dark winter.
The sound of flip-flops. Thunderstorms. Ladybugs, dragonflies, and hummingbirds. The sound the sprinkler makes when it first pops out of the ground and starts watering. The squeak in the wheels of my garden cart.
Lightning bugs. The smell of cooking on the grill. Lawnmowers. Ice tea on the back patio. Cicadas. Daisies and busy bees. The smell of tomato plants.
Running outside barefoot. Hanging baskets of flowers. The smell of the earth when it rains. Dandelions. So much daylight. And the warmth of the sun. Here comes the sun.
Enjoy these last days of summer!
(PS -- George has always been my favorite!)