It also made me think of how I looked back on summer, back in my childhood. The girl who grew up to be a woman who dislikes the season, loved those hazy, golden days. I remember playing in the paddling pool in our back garden, dancing on the grass in ballet shoes I made from lace and ribbon, the bonfire smell of the air wafting over from the allotments behind our house (and going scrumping when it started to get dark, but I won't dwell on that!). Yes it rained, and I loved those days just as much. I'd walk over the allotments picking weeds to put in a vase for my mum, and then try and build dens from planks of wood at the bottom of the garden.
I call these my Golden Syrup memories. Happy times, that seem forever coated in a golden glow. Nothing spectacular, just everyday things and genuine childhood happiness.
These are the sort of memories that I hope to plant in my daughters mind too. I want her to have happy thoughts of summer when she's grown up.
I think we're making a good start. 'Summer Hols' pics so far.
There is much more to come, as the husband has two weeks hols from work soon, so there will be days out, lunches out, a spot of shopping.If this isn't the stuff of Golden Syrup memories, then I don't know what is!