Sunday has always been family day,
for as long as I can remember.
We would get up,
go to church and have a potluck,
or go to my grandparents
or even go home
and spend time in the garden together.
I remember beautiful spring days
planting with my grandparents,
summer days riding bikes with my brothers.
Fall was always my favorite,
when we would harvest nature’s bounty.
The sticky feel of corn
as you take the kernels off
to freeze them for winter,
the smell of dirt
as you brushed it off potatoes,
and the hot,
mosquito infested raspberry bushes
as they plucked at your clothes,
but rewarded you with sweet fruit
that burst in your mouth.
Today brought back those memories as I sat,
holding my youngest as he napped
in a wet bathing suit on my lap,
watching the older siblings squeal
as they jumped through a sprinkler
with their cousins.
I smiled,
watching as they made their own memories
on a hot July day.
2 Responses to “Summertime, past and present”
Sweetness of having a front-row seat to memory-making! Have a blessed Monday, Heather.
You as well Julie! Enjoy making those memories as well 🙂