| southern appalachian summer |
- strawberries and blackberries soaking in vinegar water in the sink.
- the juiciest watermelon all cut up in a big bowl in the basement fridge.
- watching the swimming hole slowly come into sparkling view through the trees.
- that first rumble of thunder just after 3pm when the clouds sit low over the mountains.
- the pitter patter of rain on the porch roof that's soon followed by a deluge that stops as soon as it starts.
- the subtly sweet simplicity of a drop of honeysuckle you wish wasn't over so soon.
- stealing the ball jars out of the cellar to put sweet tea or coffee in to watch the storms.
- hiking to the same waterfall over and over again because it never seems to get any less beautiful and it's more fun than a treadmill.
- grandma's canned pickles on a hot day. enough said.
- that scent that's somehow sharp and fresh and soft all at once of the green beans you're stringing.
- stepping out onto the porch to feel the morning air, knowing it's gonna be hot and humid in a few hours. right now, though, it's perfect.
- lying on the rocks by the river on a beach towel in a bikini cause there's no beach to get you tan.
- finding the perfect climbing tree.
- driving up the mountain and rating all the church signs out of ten.
- wading through the creek looking for rocks and mica.
- meandering your way up the hiking paths looking for the perfect clearing for a tent.
- watching the lightning bugs speak to each other through the trees just after the sun sets
- cheering louder every time a bull loses its rider and then feeling a little bad when the calves get roped.
- putting the ferns out to soak up the rain.
- "i think it might rain today."
- finding a new little diner on the side of the road for some biscuits and gravy.
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