“In summer, the song sings itself.”

Some words are magical not because they possess any special powers but because they conjure all the best memories and bring hope for more. Summer is one of these words, and the mere mentioning of it fills my head with remembrances. We visited my father’s aunt once and swam in her pond. It had leeches, and when we got out of the water, they were on our arms and legs. My mother freaked. My brother and I just pulled a few off each other. I can still see in my mind’s eye the pond, the overturned derelict white rowboat with flowers all around it, the Adirondack chair where my mother was sitting when she saw us and the black leeches on my arms. I think I was around five or six, the age of curiosity, not fear. On one New Hampshire vacation, there was a small waterfall by our cottage. My brother and I sat at the top, and I remember how funny the moving water felt under my legs. Playing softball in the heat of the afternoon made me sweaty and dirty, badges of honor. Sleeping outside at night was glorious. Every night there were a million stars. The drive-in meant pajamas, home-popped corn, bug juice and never seeing the end of a movie. The streetlights stopped mattering. Meals were haphazard, no special time. Sunday dinners went on hiatus. Shorts and shirts and sneakers were the clothes of every day.

Even my adult summer memories are filled with laughter and fun. Saturday night movies on the deck always mean popcorn, malted milks balls and nonpareils. Sitting around the table having a few drinks and playing Sorry is a summer tradition. One memory is among my favorites. At the end of my street, there are bushes not in gardens but along the side of the road, and they  make seeing cars and getting safely out of the street difficult. I remember sneaking up to the bushes one night and trimming them. We skulked like commandos. Why no one heard us laughing is still a mystery. We stay outside late on the deck. All around us are quiet houses with their lights out. We always feel bad for them missing all the fun of a summer evening.

Today is the first day of summer, and it makes me want to giggle. Summer does that to me!

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34 Comments on ““In summer, the song sings itself.””

  1. im6 Says:

    Today’s songs all seem strangely familiar… right down to The Red Buttons’ Seth Swirsky! I’m adding another summer favorite that I also included on one of my summer music compilations. Hope everyone enjoys it:

  2. Birgit Says:

    Summer, sun and soccer 🙂
    Not surprisingly I will watch Ghana:Germany later. German beer is in the fridge and I wanted to make something to eat that resembles Ghanaian Kelewele, but none of our 3 local supermarkets had plantain bananas. Dear Ghana expert, can I try it with ordinary bananas? If possible, ripe or slightly unripe bananas? Rice and beans (Waakye?) as addition or alternative. No crocs will be harmed in making a soccer meal 😉

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      Ghana has a tough road ahead of them playing German.

      No, not ordinary bananas as the plantain is fried for kelewele, and ordinary bananas just can’t take it. Rice and beans is a great choice. That is a Ghanaian favorite. The village of Paga where the crocs are sacred will be pleased to hear that.

  3. im6 Says:

    Oh, what the heck. I *tried* to restrain myself, but I didn’t want to disappoint Hedley, so I had to share something by that contentious group I love so much. It wouldn’t be summer without them. Queue the glockenspiels…

    • katry Says:

      im6,
      It wouldn’t be summer without a song by that contentious group of yours. No one is summer like The Beach Boys-even their name!!

      • im6 Says:

        I’m mortified! There needs to be a way for us to edit our posts. Of course, that should be “cue” and not “queue”. A whole host of my former English teachers are frowning down on me 🙁

      • katry Says:

        im6,
        I lived in a foreign country for over two years. Though English was the national language, it was spoken far differently than here with an accent all its own, and then there were those who spoke pidgin English. Believe me-I automatically translate your national language in my head.

    • Hedley Says:

      Fabulous im6
      I am still waiting for the arrival of Made in California.
      The rather talented German team is about to throw Ghana in to the croc pool. Enjoy Birgit the crocs are hungry

      Where is Mungo Jerry ? “In the summer time when the weather is high you can reach right up and touch the sky” (or something like that)

      Counting down to the USA against portugal

      • katry Says:

        My Dear Hedley,
        I got chastised on the old Blogger for posting Mungo Jerry so I’d have to change his name to protect the innocent, that would be me, if I posted him.

        I’m excited for the USA game and I know Ghana is doomed.

      • Hedley Says:

        Wow, Team Croc just snapped at the Germans….

      • katry Says:

        MDH,
        Team Croc totally surprised the Germans!

      • Hedley Says:

        Don’t think Angela Merkel will be hanging out in the dressing room of the German team with so many crocs snapping at her rather plump ankles.

        Now bring on Portugal

      • katry Says:

        MDH,
        Nope, those crocs are snappy!

      • olof1 Says:

        Thos crocs were great! I think they deserved to win! After all we all know the >Germans most likely will be in the top three anyway 🙂

      • Birgit Says:

        What a suspense-packed game! Not really good but thrilling. Phew! I’ve recovered now. It wasn’t quite unexpected as our team had a lot of problems in a test game with Cameroon just a few weeks ago. We have a saying which also connects to the actual KTCC topic: „One swallow does not make a summer“. Is it known in the States too?
        I’m looking forward to USA:Portugal. Good luck!

      • katry Says:

        Birgit,
        We too have the same saying.

        I forgot to breathe a few times during that game. I was happily surprised by the outcome. Now I’ll have to remember to breathe tonight during the US-Portugal game.

      • katry Says:

        Chroister,
        The score did shock me. I didn’t think the Ghanaians would keep up with Germany, a soccer powerhouse.

  4. olof1 Says:

    Since we have daylight until after pm it’s no use in watching a movie outdoors here 🙂 Så all my summer memories are full of daylight no matter what the clock might have been.

    I got a kleach on my right foot once, I never would have noticed it myself because it looked like any brown spot on the skin 🙂 I did think it was a bit creepy when my friend tol me where it was.

    Warm and sunny here after a day with lots of clouds. I filled my old pond with soil again since the vole/ mole? had bitten through it. Well it was fun as long as it lasted. Now the cats look at that area as a huuuuge cat litter box 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      We have darkness late but not even close to your late so we can get the movie in before we all fall sleep. I was at Lake Inari in Finland, and it was light for what seemed like the whole night.

      They are creepy. In the really old days they put leeches on people thinking they’d suck out the bad blood; instead, they helped kill the patient.

      An absolutely gorgeous day here today, cool and sunny.That’s funny-the cats and their new litter box.

      Have a great evening!

  5. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I’m catching up. 🙂

    Leaches don’t make me freak. I just pull them off but inside I do feel skeevy; a little like Humphrey Bogart’s character in The African Queen. I hated that scene.

    Summer used to mean working on the farm in Maine.The nearest neighbor was a mile down the road. I had to walk that mile a couple of times a day because our pigs were at the neighbor’s farm and the pigs were my job. I chose the pigs over the chickens that were right outside the farmhouse because, to me, chickens were evil. I would rather slop pigs.
    The farm was right next to forest that was filled with all kinds of cool animals. Bobcats, bears, foxes, rattlesnakes, huge Great Horned Owls. I spent as much time as I could in that forest. It was mostly spruce and other evergreens and it smelled wonderful in the heat of summer.
    Summer is still magical even after all these years on the planet. I love to watch the dragonflies that patrol my yard and fireflies that take over at night. I will confess to having a fond feeling for the new spawns of Satan as I watch them learning how to tick me off. 🙂

    Enjoy the Summer Solstice.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I love that movie, but I too hated that scene. They really don’t bother me stuck to me, but I hate the way they feel.

      Why did you think chickens were evil? I haven’t ever heard anyone else say that. I raised chickens in Africa, and they were fine eating.

      I envy you that forest. We had woods which didn’t have a whole lot of animals.

      When I see the first firefly, I jump for joy. I follow them with my eyes all through the yard. The mornings are wonderful in summer. They are cool and so filled with the sounds of birds greeting the day. All I can thing of is little spawns grow up to be big spawns!

      We are going to celebrate the summer solstice shortly.

      Have a wonderfully restful afternoon.

      • Caryn Says:

        A not quite 3 year old me crawled into the neighbor’s chicken house because I wanted to see what the chickens were doing in there. The chickens got upset and attacked me. My mother the dog Duke crawled inside and killed all 25 of them before the neighbor came out to see what was happening. I don’t remember the part where my mother the dog Duke was killing the chickens. I do remember the expression on the neighbor’s face when he opened the door. I remember the nightmares of white wings hitting me in the face and chickens throwing eggs at me.
        I got over the fear of chickens when we slaughtered our first flock of 100. And they were tasty as I recall. So were the pigs that I took care of.
        I still think chickens are evil. They are descended from dinosaurs and they remember.

      • katry Says:

        Caryn,
        I chuckled at your last sentence. Visions of monstrous chickens destroying Tokyo came to mind.

        I had my feet pecked by a hen sitting on her eggs, but she was on a shard of pottery in my toilet room in Ghana. If I got too close with my feet, they got it. I learned my boundaries.

        That’s an awful story, and I can only imagine how scared you were and how much that hurt. Eating chickens is the best revenge,

  6. Spaceman Says:

    2 all. I told you Ghana was pretty good

  7. Spaceman Says:

    I have watched a lot of matches over the years & done some refereeing as well. So I fancy myself as a better than average judge as Americans go anyway. Germany was better than Ghana and Ghana was better than the US. But they were all close enough that a match could easily flip. I would the US to get out of their bracket tho. Portugal is good but having a little trouble lately. So we shall see in a bit

    • katry Says:

      Spaceman,
      Sometimes the least likely team acts as a spoiler. I’ve seen it at the end of the baseball season when a team way down in the standings winds and the other team loses the wild card. Ghana expected to win. They looked shocked at the end of the game.

      I am looking forward to the match this evening.

  8. Spaceman Says:

    USA USA USA


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