We have a large, clear glass jug.
It has a yellow plastic lid and yellow stripes on the side with the words ‘Sun Tea’ happily scripted in big swooping letters right across the middle. It screams child laughter and summertime and you’ve probably seen about seven to ten of these same jugs gracing the shelves of antique stores or the way back of the ‘free’ pile at particularly stuffed garage sales.
You know what I’m talking about; you feel me.
All summer long this jug is a staple in our refrigerator and is brought outside to replenish and bask in the sunshine about every three days or so {depending upon humidity, adventures and lack or abundance of CO2 in the Soda Stream–we’re all about being wicked hydrated over here.}. Throughout the other seasons our happy little jug is a champion dust collector, claiming its place in the back of a shelf in the depths of the basement. It knows its rightful time is summer and as soon as that grass starts to green up through that muddy springtime landscape, you best believe that jug is full of crisp water and tea bags and is baking in the golden light on the patio.
Once filled and chilled, it beckons to us from the fridge like a Siren to a sailor…
Come…fill your cup with me and loads of ice before you go out to the garden…
I play so well with BLTs and am willing to mingle with anything else from the grill!
You must introduce me to this Jeremiah Weed character! And who is this Arnie Palmer you speak of? We must meet!
Drink me to stay satiated and happy!!
I am summertime, hear me roar!
…OoooooooooOOOOooooo lalalala drink me…
Your summertime beverage of choice container doesn’t call to you? Doesn’t speak to your innermost thirst desires and sing you to revitalization?
Oh. Well.
That’s too bad.
However, this week we pulled our summer jug out of the fridge and drained the last of the soul-quenching liquid. As the fellow suds it up, I couldn’t help but feel a small tug on my heart. My eyes danced over to the kitchen calendar and, sure enough, the Where’s Waldo pages were ready to be flipped into fall. Fall?! I’m not ready to say goodbye to waking up to the birds chirping and warm blue skies and feeling the fire of a thousand suns warmth of the sun pressing on my shoulders as the pup and I wonder around outside. Gardening and boating and being outside and green and all the other things. While the skeets can most certainly take a hike, I can positively say that I’m not quite ready to say goodbye to summer just yet…
Having that heavenly green backdrop and perfectly 80s-ish temperature for sessions like these is unmatchable. Wondering around for their maternity session before a summer storm rolled in was just icing on our summertime icebox cake. While I look forward to meeting sweet Evelyn in the midst of the snowflakes and sweet twilight of December for her 6-month session, being able to photograph a sunkissed cuddly babe basking in the love of her adoring parents is something simply worth treasuring.
