Yesterday was just the best kind of day.
I feel positively sappy about it.
We slept in a little yesterday morning. (I just deleted the next sentence because I now have to censor things I tell you as they will easily shout out my address to you. Most all of you couldn't care less but all the same...) Our moms came over and we went to Old Shawnee Days. I ate a hand-dipped corn dog, people. It was the most amazing corn dog I'd ever eaten. I can't tell you I consume them more than a couple times a year but man. I also brought home some raw unfiltered honey there and it's so good.
Afterwards we came home and the four of us worked in our yard. The back had gotten completely overgrown before we moved in so it took a ton of sweat to get things cleaned up. There were weeds and thistles almost as high as my head. It all looks so much better now and in our adventures we discovered wild strawberries growing around the clothesline pole! We even planted a few flowers. My aunt & uncle stopped by and while here my uncle mapped out the perfect location for a hammock to be stretched between two trees.
Believe it or not it felt so good to sweat in our yard and stretch out our muscles. I can tell you mine are highly underused and the exhaustion that set in hours later felt earned.
After some dinner we both took long showers to rinse off the salt and potential poison ivy. It seems we've no shortage of poison ivy in our yard. During our clean-up our neighbor behind us poked his head over his tall privacy fence in true "Home Improvement" fashion to say "hello." Through our conversation with him we learned that quite some time ago this house was owned by a crazy veterinarian who never did anything to the yard. It sat empty awhile for sale, eventually sold - was renovated and now here we are.
We decided to watch "Phantom of the Opera" but partway through went outside to listen to the band our neighbors had at their backyard party. (People do that?!) The band was actually really good and played songs from The Doors, Johnny Cash, Van Morrison, Ben Folds, Cake, Elton John, and more. We ended up sitting there on the ground, whiskey for him - wine for me, until they stopped playing at 1:00 am. It was fantastic, the best kind of night.
I've decided I'm in love with summer this year. So often all I can think about in regards to summer is the heat. This year summer has earned a place in my heart as a time for sunshine and flip-flops, lightning bugs and night air, cut grass and icy drinks, family and a lover, soil and toil, watermelon and tomatoes. It sounds blissfully utopian and.. it is.