i would like to be a summer baby, but i am, admittedly, more of a child of winter. it is more in my nature to bundle up and hunker down for the cold winter months than to set myself free under the warm summer sun. but this past week in seattle we've had the kind of summer weather you just can't ignore. and i'm doing my best to enjoy the heck out of it.
like picking the first radishes of the season from our garden.
and enjoying them still warm from the sun sprinkled with sea salt.
or reading a good book in the sun with a well-garnished pimm's cup close at hand.
or having a plate of the best summer fruit for an afternoon snack.
or momentarily escaping the heat with a cold beer in the cool darkness of the pub.
and finding any time, any place to read. these few words from the great gatsby that i read the other day over at jane's most wonderful blog (and, sidenote, you should click on that link and read all her lovely words and enjoy her photos, and then tell her how you want her to update more, because, really, how important is med school anyhow?) really summed up how i feel about summer:
“and so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow fast in movies, i had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. there was so much to read for one thing….”