Today it is in the 30s.
So naturally I am thinking of hot, sticky summer days.
I was lucky to grow up before the influx of Lyme disease. The forest was our playground.
We had acres of woods back behind the house with a brook running through it. It was a great place for the whole neighborhood to congregate. We were hidden from our parents kitchen window view by the thick cover of foliage.
Mom would say, "Stay within shouting distance." and we were free.
As much fun as it was creating our own Lord of the Flies like existence out there, I liked to go there alone.
Down by the brook was such a peaceful place.
The always cold brook water and tall oak's canopy made it a cool sanctuary on the hottest days.