Would that it last as long as it did when we were children. An eternity, it seemed.
Growing up in Vancouver, where it stayed light until almost 10pm at night, we’d ride our bikes to the park to play softball, fluorescent ‘clackers’ spinning on tire spokes, streamers flying from our handle bars until the street lights signaled it was time to go home. Occasionally a friend would show up at our front door on a horse instead of a bike and we’d end up at ‘The Barn’ where I’d marvel (be jealous) at the girls who weren’t afraid of horses the way I was. I wanted my parents to have Avocado Green appliances more than I wanted a horse of my own. I think that was telling sign of what was coming down the pipeline, don’t you?!
As we got older, we’d walk barefoot to the beach (OK, we often hitchhiked, swear to God, but never at night and never alone. What were we thinking?? It was a different world back then) our leather fringed purses (twice as big as our cut-offs) bulging with “Sun-In”, baby oil, cigarettes, Yardley “Pot-o-Gloss”, hairbrushes, Sweet Tarts and salted sunflower seeds. No sunscreen. No sunglasses. No phones or cameras.
Like I said, a different world.
It was sweet.
Now that I’m a grown-up (most of the time) I no longer sit in the sun. I really miss it, as well as the tan, but I know it’s not worth it. I certainly don’t wear cut-offs the size of a hang-nail and pay a hell of a lot more to colour my hair. Friends no longer show up at the door on horseback and I own my own car, so that takes care of the hitch-hiking issue.
But let’s not get all melancholy, there’s still plenty of fun to be had when summer arrives!
image via Pinterest
We’re so blessed here in Santa Barbara, with beautiful beaches and stunning mountains just a mile or so in from the water’s edge.
In less than 1/2 hour we can be over those mountains and into the wine regions of Los Olivos and Santa Ynez.
Roses from my garden sit on the front porch.
My garden brings me pleasure I never would have predicted in my younger years. I wear a big hat, have my favourite wooden handled clippers… I’m half-way to wearing Liberty print gardening gloves truth be told.
My brother even bought me this so I could enjoy my evening glass of wine while I’m gardening (is this a brother gift, or what?!)
In fact, I did a thorough walk around my property the other day and decided to buy myself another little gift to celebrate the first day of Summer;
For the bigger jobs. and it’s cordless. So exciting! I really wanted the fluorescent green one (like my old clackers) but this one had the best rating.
Yes, times have changed.
So what are your plans this summer?
Are you looking forward to a long lazy one filled with languorous hours of reading?
Will you stick close to home, do lots of grilling, making home made ice-creams, sorbets and popsicles with your kids?
Perhaps you’ll be boating like Kate? (you simply must have plenty of black & white in your summer wardrobe-but that’s another post!)
Take a family holiday to Europe or go water-skiing on a chilly lake?
Beautiful Lake Muskoka, Ontario
Take a road trip (I saw this beauty in Los Olivos)
Re-do a guest room in cool tones
Update your draperies, white wash your kitchen (I’m thinking of it) or have some summer slip-covers made?
Photo of my car by David Tsay for House Beautiful
ha ha! I still have the car, but I’m afraid the chintz slip covers, like my old cut-offs are way past their prime 🙂
photo Drew Jarrett via Elle Italia
Will you go biking, sailing, play tennis, swim your heart out, or run your first marathon
Or maybe just set a goal to read ten GREAT books?
that sounds wonderful to me!
And will you be looking for the “Super Moon” tonight?
(ps. I started this post on Friday night-Summer’s almost over for God’s sake)
Me, at a friend’s home, taking a photo of a weird ring around the sun in Montecito
See that’s the wonderful, fabulous, exciting thing about Summer
Your options are as numerous as the stars.
*Wooden Popsicles by Johnny Hermann
May it be long, fun and memorable in the best possible way.
“Johnny Hermann is the alter-ego of craftsman & designer Mauro Savoldi from Milan. He re-creates the vibrant, colorful magic of summer ices, recalling one of the sweetest and most nostalgic treasures of our past.”
FYI; The original “popsicle” was invented by an 11 year old boy in San Francisco in 1905.