My love and hate relationship with Summer

Till death do us part

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When I close my eyes and think of the good times in my life — summer is when the magic happens. Even with my eyes open I still see Summer as a blissful time for me.

My little sister and I were reminiscing about our childhood memories and lo and behold Summer was organically part of the conversation. We absolutely loved the huge shade the bountiful lemon tree in our backyard provided us safely tucking us away from sun burns and gentle infusing some good fresh oxygen right in our innocent faces. We laid our favorite our bamboo rug on the ground and sipped on cool glasses of freshly squeezed lemonade that the same lemon tree blessed us with, and ate lemon scones which I lovingly baked from scratch with the lemon zest as the star ingredient. We sat under the tree and shared our dreams for the future as we counted our money from the sales of lemons which some market vendors paid us so they resell the juicy fruit.

It was our own little heaven. Honestly as I write about it a smile happily shows up in my face, gratitude and good vibes quickly surround me. It feels good to know that a hot season can be a beautiful highlight in my life.

Besides the lemons, there were watermelons to devour. The sweet juice that escaped from my mouth flowed through my fingers as I ate the beautiful pink flesh of the fruit. I still like watermelons now and almost got tempted to sip a watermelon mojito the other day, but I’ll have to try next summer. Pardon me. I’m already thinking of the coming summer while it’s still summer.

As a little girl i enjoyed swimming in the public pool which my mother never allowed to do, but we went anyways when she wasn’t around entering free instead of paying fifty cents because our neighbor worked at the gate. We had the time of our lives. It must have been the rush of getting a quick splash of water, cooling off and then rushing to get home before we got caught.

My little sister also liked to sell ice pops at the top of the park gate, where she made a good amount of money and we could then splurge on some hot chips also known as French fries or just get a bag of potatoes to make our own fries.

I’m an adult now and Summer is still the love of my life. A few weeks ago my baby boy enjoyed his first trip to the beach, he sat on the white sand fascinated by it and we collected sea shells, it was beautiful and breathtaking view. It’s moments like this that count and they happen to be in the summer.

Summertime to me symbolizes abundance. It’s when most of my favorite things to eat are ripe. It’s time for harvesting fruits and crops that we wait for and although I miss plucking a fresh fruit from the tree in my backyard I still appreciate going to the farmers market to pick out some juicy finds; mangoes, peaches, watermelon, guavas, and more. The produce aisle at the grocery store gets vibrant from the gorgeous colors of the fruits and vegetables like no other season. Yummy!

Although I love summer I find myself dodging the sun’s ray’s by staying under a shade, wearing a hat, even carrying an umbrella. The summer heat can be unbearable sometimes, feeling soupy and sweating like someone just poured a bucket of water on me are the downside of summer for me. Other than that, summer and I are cool.

We’ll always be cool as long as I live. So as much as I’m enjoying the last days of her, I’m excited to see her again soon like three seasons away from now.

Thanks to @Lucy King LucyKing.medium.com creating the summer writing prompt