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Thursday, April 2, 2009

5:00 Fridays


I am beckoning summer. In fact, I am perched upon my knees, hands clasped, face turned upward looking solemn, and pleading for summer's grace. Summer's sun seems to be a newbie in the witness protection program, her blue skies and warm breeze taken hostage by the rains and lords of thunder. And so here I kneel, summoning summer the best way I know how...

With a toast! Here's to summer, its warmth, light, smells of freshly cut grass and seared tenderloin on the grill, sounds of glasses clinking, children squealing, sprinklers spraying. Here's to summer's sundresses, red nail polish pedicures, flip flops, lazy days, endless adventures, road trips, Jimmy Buffett tunes, hammock swinging, barefoot romping, sweet tea, lemonade, smores, picnic baskets, hand cranked ice cream.

Here's to fireflies.

Now fill a tall glass with ice. Fill halfway with Firely Sweet Tea vodka. Finish off with lemonade (homemade if you're feeling ambitious, which is what I'm certain Jennifer would do). Garnish with a couple raspberries and a sprig of mint. Aw, go ahead and just fix yourself a pitcher. Then phone a friend to help you wile away the afternoon...evening...night...weekend.


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5 comments:

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

I needed your post--there's snow in the forecast for us this weekend. again.

Jen L. said...

Holy baby Jesus. This is the most wonderful product ever made.

dadshouse said...

I want all those summertime things (especially the romps), with a girlfriend thrown in to boot!

Summertime, when the living is easy... Have a great weekend

The Over-Thinker said...

...hand cranked ice cream. Good Lord, you paint a fantastic picture.

And that drink!!

Mocha Dad said...

I love summertime. That drink sounds refreshing. I'll have to give it a try.