Melting

We can define ourselves in many ways. Some things are vague, and some things are definite.

If you asked me if I was a country girl or a city girl, I would have a hard time answering. I like both. I feel a little bit of each place in my soul.

But, if you were to ask me which season I like best, I wouldn't bat an eye or give it a second thought. I like summer. I am summer.

It's hot here today (currently 92 degrees). I'm not melting from the heat, but I am melting. I think I feel like Walt Disney might, (if the rumors about him are true), if he were frozen, and then thawed, and then brought back to life.

As I type this, I am barefoot, my hair is up, and my skin is sweating from absolutely no effort on my part, and I feel blissful. I feel completely, 100%, locked into 'me'. This I can tell you without question.

I took this photo yesterday at our town's Memorial Day Parade, and I.love.it. I don't know who the little boy is though, and I don't really like posting photos of people without their permission (especially kiddos), so I frescoed it up in Photobucket's effects. Do you think that's acceptable?

I know, by calendar definiton, it's not officially summer yet, but Memorial Day weekend is kind of like the "unofficial" start, don't you think?

The peaches on my mom's peach tree are getting ready, too. It won't be long until we are smack-dab in the middle of summer...sweet, ripe, and juicy.

And, because of that, I can not get this song out of my head...

"Summer is where the girls go barefoot and their hearts are just as free as their toes." - Unknown