As the season of grills and bbq's, lawn mowing, and water sports steals upon us, the weather has finally reached summer status here in the north. While I know my friends in southerly parts of the country have been living in warm temps the past few months and are probably enduring sweltering heat about this time, we were pretty happy to break 80 degrees this past weekend. We've finally traded in power outages due to snowstorms for power outages due to thunderstorms.
With all that summer brings, it also brings me such fond memories of summers gone by. As a young child, it was games of tag, hours of swimming, and berry-stained feet. As a teen, it was never-ending basketball in the driveway, softball leagues, and cruising around the Madison capitol with my high school friends. As a young adult, it was summer jobs, volleyball tournaments, and cookouts with college roommates. Now, it involves building in time for travel, time at the lake with Ron and Tanner, and looking forward to the annual family get-together at the cabin. My, how time changes.
This whole line of thinking was inspired by an email I received from Barb at Barb & Dell Designs. When I posted the other day about using my vintage Shore Station Hoist as wall art and showing close-ups of the Shore Station, she said that she also had one she was going to put in her garden. Barb's Shore Station is exactly like mine...with some extra patina! It looks fabulous in her garden.
These cast-off Shore Station hoists are simple reminders of fond summer memories at the lake with my grandparents. The ski boat was yellow and white. I loved spinning the hoist to lift the boat out of the water. I loved watching my dad and other relatives water ski...especially the slalom.
I remember the first time learning how to ski...
- how many times I was pulled under,
- how much water went up my nose,
- the glorious feeling of finally getting up,
- the excitement of going out over the wake,
- the terror of coming back in over the wake,
- the OMG of picking up speed when the boat turned,
- the whap of falling,
- and the triumph of pulling up close to the dock and letting go of the rope for a smooth landing.
It could have been yesterday. How lucky I am to have such fond and cherished memories...they are truly a gift from the Creator. In recognizing this, my goal for this and future summers is to go out and create more wonderful memories that I can hold with me for a lifetime.
Do you have past summer memories that feel like yesterday? Do you have plans to create your own this summer? If not, why not?