All I seem to want lately is bread and cheese and jam. Particularly french baguettes, creamy cheese (not cream cheese), and something besides your average Smuckers...nice preserves, preferrably involving pieces of fruit. Best eaten in picnic form.
Reading in a park is good not only for achieving inner peace and feeling blissfully happy, but also for people-watching, tanning, drinking cold beverages, feeling the wind in your hair, and observing spontaneous sporting activites.
It's hard to beat a good polish sausage and cold beer at a summer baseball game. Even better if your team wins.
I just bought the weirdest, coolest "60-year old lady on a cruise" pants. They're obnoxiously turquoise, and at the bottom of the pants there are little people playing at the beach. I'm pretty excited to wear them. Also just bought some short pants that have scattered pictures of people golfing. Something about the summer makes me want to wear bizarre pants. I submit that it is more acceptable in the warmer months.
Fresh cut grass. Cannot get enough of the smell.
Come over, I'll make you an iced latte.
All photos: Simon Songhurst photography