Summer is lemonade, awnings, and pedicures. It’s sand where there shouldn’t be sand. It’s freckles. A path beaten between bushes toward the beach. A tan that blooms after a shower. A sheet for a blanket, white pants, and pie. Every type of pie. I love pie.
Last night we went to our friends’ house and brought a dark cherry pie with a hint of almond and a fresh peach praline pie (If you have “The Fresh Market” near you, you MUST pick one up!). I chose not to eat either of them, but I smelled them as if I were blind and all my other senses were heightened. So much of taste is smell anyway. Whatever helps you sleep at night.
From an easy summer updo to rainbow cake to introducing the beans to Coney Island (where Lucas insisted we ride each amusement in the order in which it was built), the summer has just begun, and there’s lots to love.