More summertime memories.

We have no fireflies, alas, and it's one thing I'd really like to see. They sound enchanting.

Marshmallows! On a stick. Trying to get them *just* right--not burnt, but gold outside and melted inside. Watching the sparks fly upward from the fire and merge into the summer stars, beyond the silhouette of pine trees.

I didn't eat blackberries until I came to the coast, but filling up containers with them, while eating and eating, and realising we could pick them forever and never run out. (There are a lot of blackberries on Vancouver Island.)

Eating fresh peas and carrots out of the garden, and cherries from the tree. And yes, the fruit was warm from the sun, and so juicy and sweet.

Looking for Ogopogo on summer holidays. Never found him. Or her. It?

Riding in an old RV where we as kids lay on the top, watching the road. The window gradually would become more and more bug-spattered, and whining for my dad to clean it with a squeegee at the next gas station.

Grandma Waterstreet sneaking quarters to us, and my cousin and I could go buy a chocolate bar, some candy and a Freezie. With a quarter!

My husband says: the summer being so long and stretching out so far ahead and actually getting bored.

Can you imagine time passing that slowly again? I blink and a whole season slips by. (One of the reasons to slow down, and enjoy summertime.)