Summer days.

Lazy summer days are sitting on the deck, making a big glass of iced tea last, slowly nudging the swing back and forth with my toes, and a big book to read. Summer days are spent sweating in the sun with your fingers in the dirt planting seeds, with only faith expecting that they will grow. Weekends in the summer are spent at the beach and smell like sunscreen. Summer evenings is waiting around outside watching Dad grill, and hoping the food will be done sooner rather then later. Summer nights are spent staring into fire, (unsuccessfully) licking marshmellow off of my fingers, and waiting for the twinkle of a lightening bug to catch my eye.

There's a bit of what summer has always meant to me.