Whether we love them or hate them, we can’t deny that, with almost a life of their own, our southern summers are full of magic and memories– a multitude of defining moments of independence found little by little until childhood becomes a thing of the past. And there is no better way to celebrate the first official holiday of summer than with a nostalgic farm-style picnic that celebrates both family and country and all the things that make us who we are. Happy 4th of July!
I look for those charmed summer reveries, clothed in a thick, close heat and colored in repurposed hand-me-downs,
A softly worn kaleidoscope of mixed and matched treasures from a time gone by.
I find myself wondering about watermelon seeds, sticky popsicles in plastic sleeves, and water that ran ice-cold straight from the hose.
Along with tube socks and muscle shirts, lost are the days of pasted hair on a damp forehead, earnest strings of granny beads, and electric fireflies who snapped and popped their way through the evening in hopes of a mate.
Yet I still strain and search for that crackling heat
and the slow, even swirl of a steady Southern summer.
So that I can sit for comfortable moment
In the distant familiar
And smile to remember who we are and where we came from.
For more southern summer nostalgia visit: My South, Simple Patio Picnic, or Crab Cake Sliders for the 4th here at A Southern Discourse!