If you know me, and/or know this blog, you know my feelings on coziness. I like it to be cold. Yeah, that's right. Cold, possibly damp and certainly involving some sort of blanket/slanket/cat to keep me warm. Summer, eh, it's not for me.
But...summer mornings. Summer mornings are wonderful. It's 6:30am and I've been sitting on the couch, reading blogs, thinking about sewing, thinking about what I'll do when eventually I have my own room to sew in, thinking about why the heck the cat woke me up at 5am (even though there was food in the bowl). I'm watching the sun come up over the apartment building across from us and since it's not up entirely just yet, everything is touched with mist and a bit of pink. My tomatoes are ready for another great day of growing, the trees are still, there's no traffic on the road and the fans are humming around me.
Summer mornings smell fresh, they smell like memories of being a kid. Going to the pool club, running through the sprinkler and getting blades of grass all over my legs from dad mowing earlier, watermelon on the back deck, 'laying out' as a teenager on beach towels that weren't quite long enough, flip flops and those twin popsicles that never stayed on the stick. Living in my bathing suit, playing in the basement when it was too hot to do anything else, summer salads, the hot vinyl on the seats of my parent's 70's Dodge Charger. Reading in an apple tree, reading in my bedroom, reading for days and days.
Sigh....it's going to be about 100 degrees for a week. Remind me about summer mornings when I'm exhausted from the heat!
