the weekend was warm, the first balmy saturday in weeks. the community pool opened. the one where mama spent all her teenage summers. the one i lifeguarded for five glorious, frozen lemonade-filled years.
with sun so high and humidity wetting the wispy hairs around my forehead, there was little to do but just be. be still. be silent. be outdoors. and soak up all God had painted.
when it gets like this out in the country, the last place i want to be is over the stove. over the oven. over any source of heat at all. so sunday supper was easy. a simple salad under the shade trees. i tossed together a little baby spinach, bleu cheese crumbles, apples, blueberries, dried cherries, and sliced almonds. drizzle a little balsamic vinegar and olive oil, and you've got a meal.
being outside is magical, and when the sun sets, and the beating heat cools to a warm teasing breeze, i'm reminded of why i stayed in this one-stoplight town. and why i'm so glad my high school sweetheart stayed too.