Tag: <span>summer</span>
When summer’s end is nighing
And skies at evening cloud,
I muse on change and fortune
And all the feats I vowed
When I was young and proud.
When I heard about Elvis Presley’s death, I stood at the steps of a hotel in Milano Marittima, Italy. I had just stepped out on my way to pick up the Bildzeitung* -the worst of all German newspapers- but also the only newspaper Germans were able to get with a three-day delay, when they enjoyed their summer vacation in Italy.
My husband had his first Starbucks coffee a few weeks ago. When I asked him how he liked it, he said it was alright, but not worth the money. Sometimes, his down to earthiness can be a bit annoying. Of course, he is right. I remember how shocked I was years ago when a friend invited me to a cup of overpriced caramel-whipped-cream-madness. I had forgotten and he brought things back into perspective.
The smell of fresh baked cookies was lingering in the air. We were playing outside and the scents coming from my Grandma’s kitchen drove us crazy. I don’t think there is anything more tempting to a child than warm, fresh-baked cookies.
With all the rain, mosquitoes are sure to follow. They love me, they would suck me dry if they could, but not this year. This year I am building the ultimate mosquito trap.
The A/C’s are working overtime. In the Northern hemisphere, we sweat and wish for a spot on the beach. We wear flip flops, shorts, and tank tops. Freckles are in high bloom, the mosquitos begin to look obese, the grass could use some water and the garden starts to look wilted. Icecream low-carb, vegan and creamy deliciousness can be found in ever freezer, cold drinks are a must these days, and the kitchen gets a break when we grill and smoke outside. Yes, it is summer, just the way we like it.
Sometimes, very seldom, I feel something like homesickness, even though it’s not for a home or family, but rather for a tradition and or perhaps rituals I remember so vividly. Right about now, at the beginning of summer, I was always called back home to our farm in Austria. I got an extra week of vacation, like so many of us farm-children who had to help.