It's almost August and it occurs to me that with a couple of exceptions I've neglected to have a summer. Again.

Here are the exceptions:

I sat at the top of the green at the Golf Course in Midway and ate breakfast next to a Koi pond while watching ducks splash in the water and breathing in rain scent.

I've indulged in at least a couple of batches of berry good homemade ice cream. OK, so I didn't eat the entire batch, but at least I've made a few to share with family and friends.

I've picked more than a few juicy apricots (it was a good year for apricots) fresh off the tree. Only some of them made them all the way home.


Here's what I've missed.

Not a single BLT made with fresh-off-the vine tomatoes.

No local cherries fresh off the tree.

Not nearly enough (only one) times eating hot buttered and generously salted corn-on-the-cob. (You know, the kind in which the butter drips off your chin.)

Not a single breakfast, lunch or supper from out on my deck.

No South Fork Park.


I've got about three weeks. I'll have to see what I can do about that.

And stay tuned. I think it's time I took up canning again.