Summer has always had a magic about it: the freedom of long days, hours of swimming somewhere to stay cool, songs of cicadas and flickers of fireflies.
I must admit as an adult, it has lost much of its glimmer–as the reality of air conditioning bills, peeling sunburns, and keeping active, curious children from tearing up my house.
But oh, the summer nights….
“Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.”
―Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird