Lo, It Has Begun

The following is a post that I started yesterday...




Although it's seemed like summer around here for weeks now, today makes it official. I thought about a parade or maybe some fireworks but the former seems like an awful lot of trouble and the latter makes me jumpy.


Let's just settle for a hearty salute to the days of never-ending hot.


Here's the officially sanctioned Summer ABC's.


(For legal verification, please have your people contact, you know, mine.)




A is for agrodolce - Now I can't tell you why exactly, but about a week ago I woke up one morning and this was on my mind. Does that happen to you? I mean, do you wake up sometimes and have unusual things on your mind? Like a sweet and sour Italian sauce? I do.
This morning it was band aids.


B is for bluebird (the eastern variety) - We have one scoping out an old antique birdhouse in our backyard. I'm not sure if the birdhouse will pass inspection, though. Bluebirds are notoriously finicky about their nesting boxes and have a long list of must-haves. I'm thinking that the fact that an overweight squirrel frequently takes a nap on top of said birdhouse each afternoon is going to be a negative.
Clearly, location is not everything.


C is for cantaloupe- It was probably an accident when the lady dropped the cantaloupe on my foot in the HEB on Monday. I want to believe it was an accident, I do. Although I've never personally myself dropped a fruit the size of my head on anyone else's foot, I'm just thinking that I would apologize... probably profusely. But she didn't. Not even a tiny "oops, so sorry". Nada. As a matter of fact, she seemed kind of miffed that my foot was down there. You know, attached to my leg and all.


D is for Dallas - Are you watching? Me, not so much.


E is for Evinrude - They make boat motors. We got the boat out the last time we were at the farm. There was lightning and darkness involved. Don't ask. It was scary.


F is for fennel - Every single recipe featured on the Food Channel lately contains fennel. I can't stand the taste of fennel. I'm one who can eat stale bread, moldy cheese, and Twinkies like there's no tomorrow, but fennel? No.


G is for gross...








G is for gross? Really?

That's when I knew. I just wasn't going to be able to finish the alphabet. I don't have it in me right now.

But y'all. We can't let summer start without the ABC's.

So I'm asking for your help. Pick a letter, any letter. Write something summer-related.

Leave it in the comments here or even on Facebook - I'm too sweaty to care.


I'm counting on you.


Lu