Summer has arrived again, hot and sticky with the occasional cool breeze. It’s good to feel the warm sun and walk around the house with the air conditioning turned down low and my summer shorts on, my swimsuit ready for action and the faint smell of sunscreen hanging about the house.
With summer comes my birthday; I consider it the unofficial beginning of the summer season. And every year, my mom and I have lunch at the Swan Coach House, a historic home in old Buckhead. It’s the epitome of Southern history and culture, and that coupled with the magnolia trees blossoming makes me want to do all sorts of southern things. So this year, I am.
Currently, there is fruit cobbler cooling on the stovetop. To Kill a Mockingbird is waiting on my nightstand. And Steel Magnolias is playing on my television. Tomorrow, Nanna is making fried chicken and cutting up some fresh summer fruit; I bought Walden a plastic pool and we’re going to spend some time in the sunshine. And the next few days will be peppered with southern movies, books, and other paraphernalia.
I’m off…the cobbler is cooled enough, I think, and it’s time to slice this bit of summer.