Those really were good times, the summers that I spend with my grandparents. I look back with joy and appreciation, even now, all of these years after they are gone. I remember waking up each day, excited to see what that day would bring. There was a big back porch, the kind that is closed in with screens. We used to sit there a lot, and talk, and dream.
There was a big yard to play in, filled with beautiful flowers, big trees, and a swing. The swing hung from a tree branch, put there by my grandfather for my mother and her brothers when they were little. The tree had to be cut down a couple of years ago – hit by lightning, split … never the same again.
I miss those summers.
(c) April 2012 Bonnie Cehovet