It rained early this morning. Right now it is sunny and warm at 74°, but clouds are soon expected. It is humid, no surprise there. This is, after all, summer on Cape Cod. Tonight will be in the low 60’s.

When I was a kid, we stayed outside in the summer rain. During torrential storms we kicked and splashed water in the gutters and jumped into puddles. We got soaked. We loved every minute of it. We sun dried. I loved riding my bike just after a storm. I’d ride through puddles and lift my feet off my pedals into the air. Waves rose on each side of my bike. Sometimes the puddles were so deep I’d skim on the water and hold on to the handlebars to keep my bike upright.

I love early summer mornings though of late I have been seeing them at their beginnings, at first light. The first bird songs come with the glimmer of light, a single bird then the chorus. Some mornings have fog, ground fog. Those are my favorites.

The post office in my town was one of my favorite places. It is a brick building. Inside was grand. It had marble walls and table tops. The clerks were behind windows which looked like old time bank teller windows. Voices seem to echo. Inside always felt cool in the summer.

My town had three funeral homes when I was a kid. One was inside what had been a large white house. It was on Main Street. That was where my grandfather was waked. The funeral home was on the corner of the street where my grandfather had lived which, when I was older, I recognized as irony. He was the first person I knew who had died. The other two funeral homes were right beside each other just off Main Street. The Catholics were waked in one, the Protestants in the other. I always thought that a bit odd.

The First National was right up the street from my grandparents’ house. My grandmother even dressed up to go grocery shopping. She always wore a hat. She pulled a wire basket behind her to hold her groceries. She only bought just what she needed. She used to buy Circus Peanuts, those orange hard marshmallow candies shaped like peanuts which strangely enough tasted a bit like banana. She always gave them to my father when he visited. She also bought spearmint leaves and glass bottles of root beer. She kept the root beer on the floor of the closet in her kitchen.

I have a couple of house chores to finish, and I also still need to get a few groceries. Sounds like an exciting day!

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