As the thermometer rises, so does the humidity and the wavy mirage above the road begins to appear or the haze hovering over the farm fields comes to mind. Even though we've had many days of scattered rain showers, so have we had a few days of a very warm sun overhead. As I ponder the season of summer, certain images come to mind just like old friends, or pages in time that I've left in an old mental diary as some of the best summer days I've loved and wanted to savor.
Next I would run into the yellow and white kitchen, pull over a vinyl yellow chair, stand on it and hop up on the counter to get a Flintstone jelly glass in which to make my favorite breakfast drink. After jumping down from the counter, I'd push back the chair, pull open the squeaky wooden drawer for a spoon and then over to the rounded Fridgidaire refridgerator with it's pull handle and lift out a heavy gallon of cold sweaty milk. I'd pull the chair over to another cupboard where behind the Quaker Old Fashioned Oats would be, "yes, there it is, the Nestle's Quik. I'd add the powder to my jelly glass then the milk and stir it to the perfect shade of chocolate. Nothing better to go with chocolate milk than two pieces of buttered Wonder Bread toast. I might grab some grapes or piece of other fruit that Mom usually had in a bowl in the center of the table and out the door I'd go to a world full of the greatest play! I'd usually head for the carport where I'd find one of my favorite riding toys.
It was fun at times to bring an old blanket onto our front covered porch. It was cement and surrounded by a brick half wall where every other brick left an open space just right for spying on everyone. I'd bring out some of my dolls and sit and play.
I'd bring out Barbie.
And her case.
My talking Casper doll.