We had huge clover patches in our lawn in the Summer. Bees would hover over them to harvest the pollens and eat the nectar from the little white balls that were the flowers of the Clover. I would lie in the clover with the Hot Summer Sun beaming down upon me. I would drift off in to singular place not asleep but calm and seduced by the buzzing of the bees. Warm breezes rushed across my face as if Mother nature was stroking my face and lulling me off to lazy detachment from the realities of mowing the lawn and doing my chores.
That is Summer to me.
This is also Summer. At this point in life I was an only child. July 4th, Mom, Dad, and I went to Surfside Beach in Freeport, Texas. This in one of the few pictures I have of Dad and me.
Another maker of Summer, at least the end of Summer, is my birthday. Here is a photo of me at my 4th birthday party. I do not remember this, so I am assuming that the little baskets with candy in them were for the out of picture guests at my party. I had been with Mom and Dad for just over a year.
In the window in back of me is my Grandmother on my Mother's side, Nana. That window was my first TV. Nana used to sit with me and talk about all the things she saw out that window, none of which were really there.
Here I am in July 1950 on my tricycle.
Last is not a summer picture at all. It is however one more of the very few pictures I had taken with my Dad. Dad most always took the pictures. I miss him very much. Wish I had gotten to really know him and his stories.
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