Summer is not my favorite season, that would be fall, but ooohhh, I do love the start of summer when it’s not too hot and humid yet. I love going to my mom’s house, where all the neighbors gather in the driveway under the cypress tree with dueling grills and a stream of little edibles coming out. If I could find a way to move back onto that court I would. On one corner is my mother-in-law, in the center is my parents and there are two other families who have been there since the neighborhood was built. The flower girls at my wedding lived across the street and are now in college and their senior year of high school.