Hot and sunny summer days. Big fluffy clouds that turn black and bring on thunder and lightening. Fireflies and the sound of lawnmowers.
Eating tomatoes and cucumbers right off the vine and getting fresh corn on the cob, green beans, peaches, blueberries and cherries from the farmer’s market.
Going to baseball games and doing the seventh inning stretch. Watching a polar bear cool off in the pool with a backstroke at the zoo. Having backyard BBQs and drinks outside with friends. Devouring raspberry chocolate chip ice cream and drinking gin & tonics, but not necessarily together.
Hanging out on the patio looking at the lake. Stopping at the neighborhood kids’ lemonade stands.
Sitting on car seats that stick to your legs and trying not to scratch my mosquito bites. Hating the air conditioned restaurants that freeze your fingers and toes in your warm weather clothes.
It’s summer at last. And that’s no thanks to you, Sweden. It’s all Cincinnati.The Great American Ballpark in Cincinnati.
Findlay Market on a hot summer day.
Jalapeños for sale: $1 a box.
My niece Kate fending off the zoo alligator.