This afternoon, it almost feels like summer, finally. This morning around ten or eleven a.m. I dressed in shorts and a short sleeved Hawaiian style shirt and set off to visit a friend. My choice of clothing seemed appropriate to July 3rd, although it was gray, cool and damp. The good news is the sun did come out a bit in the afternoon. It actually became warm enough inside that we turned on a fan for few minutes. It sounds as though my friend Laura (who suggested today’s words) observed that the United Kingdom is also much more cool and rainy than hot and sunny so far this summer. Having really suffered the summer heat both in my native Louisiana and in Massachusetts, where I lived for a decade or so I am so grateful that we get so relatively little hot weather here in the Northwest.
Summertime is strawberry season, and the delicious sweet Louisiana strawberries are one of the things I miss most since I moved away oh so many years ago. The berries were much smaller than the large, pretty and almost tasteless strawberries we get from, I suppose, California. Those big, bland lumps do not compare to the smaller, darker and much sweeter strawberries grown in and around Hammond, Louisiana. I remember one summer, I must have been twelve or thirteen discovering the blender and making smoothies with fresh strawberries, ice and water. I can almost taste that long ago concoction as I type this.
I’ve come to think it would have been truly absurd to have dropped my friend over whatever it was he said that upset me so much and led me to believe that he didn’t want to be my friend and hang out with me anymore. I really enjoyed just visiting and chatting with my friend for several hours today, and feel genuinely blessed to have my dear friend. Sometimes, keeping a friend is much more important than being right, or most anything else really. We sat out on his veranda and enjoyed the warm sunshine. Today, just for a bit, it did finally feel like summer.