summer’s dirty dance

by Wren

What is Summer to you folks? What does it make you think of? What makes up your dreams of it when a long winter has wearied its welcome that was never there in the first place? It’s never been my favorite season. My least favorite to be sure, but if I must make the best of it…

Summer = boats, dirt ‘n dust, christmas lights, mason jars, iced tea, iced coffee, classic rock station, cold bean salads, morose southern novels, frizzball hair up in scarf always, cheep bear, country music.

“And it’s two bare feet on the dashboard
Young love and an old Ford
Cheap shades and a tattoo
And a Yoo-Hoo bottle on the floorboard”

Ain’t nothin’ clean and fancy about my summers. And the country is the only place I wish to spend it in.

When summer settles in the true Hoosier rises up- the one that makes brief sporadic appearances in cooler seasons. And I enjoy the hot hell out of it.

And now in picture of course: