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.
