the first of summer

summer treat





I remember the house I grew up in. A patio out back with a brown picnic table and orange and pink poppies overflowing the flowerbed. Summers spent with stacks of pb&j, running through the sprinkler, and always plenty of popsicles. They ranged from cream-sicles to push-pops to twin-pops, and as long as they were cold, we were happy.



Last summer we made our fair share of fresh