Is there one thing that best represents summer? Could it be the smell of chlorine? Slipping into flip-flops? Sandy beach towels? Mindless reading? Tandem bicycles? Climbing into a car where the inside temperature has reached 120'F?
For me, it's fruit. When I taste blueberries I'm reminded of my childhood summers in Stone Harbor, NJ. When I bite into juicy peaches, I revisit my summer days on our back porch in Knoxville, TN (especially, when I eat my sister's Peach Pie!). When I taste Rhubarb, I'm taken back to the summer I arrived in Sweden to study for a semester in Stockholm. When I even see an Avocado, I'm transported back to grad school and the famous Farmers' Market in Davis, CA. But. . . when I taste lemons, I don't know where I go. I go somewhere special, though. Somewhere I want to be all the time. A place where lemons grow on trees and it's summer everyday of the year. Oh, wait, there are such places! California included! You lucky devils you. If I had a lemon tree, I'd be making homemade lemonade as often as lemons came available to me.
Alas, summer is but only a season in Vienna. It's a nice season, though. Not too hot, not too humid. Just about manageable without A/C. But definitely manageable if one has a cold glass of lemonade in their hand. And that's just what I've got. Except, my lemonade's a bit fancy for today.
And what represents summer to you? David says that to him, it's the smell of freshly cut grass.