Memories of idyllic summer days

What a wonderful reminder of summer days of memory.

Though relatively young for this forum, I have some memories of summer which kind of relate to yours, playing in the garden as a kid, drinking cup after cup of ice cold squash, the smell of grass being cut, the sound of aeroplanes flying overhead, and the smell of the dusty ground.

Also I can remember on Saturdays, my dad listening to the radio at the Football... back not to long ago when football was generally played on a Saturday (possibly pre Sky Sports days).

Now, it hasnt been a dry dusty day today, nor could I smell cut grass, but I was out with the kids today, and I too thought back to the days of my childhood.

Thanks for sharing

 

Its very strange how just a smell or a sound can transport you back in time.

I always remember being in class at school and watching the tractor dragging the mower over the school playing feilds, the smell of the grass, and wishing I was out there instead of stuck in a boring classroom.

 

Shiney, in my mind you've just conjured up memories of long dried out grass that has long since gone to seed, and grasshoppers chirping away, as I stop for a break on one of my like bike rides I used to do. Or falling asleep on my friend's concrete patio in the blazing sun while my mate does some work that I'd started, but left him to finish it.

There was one red hot sunday afternoon when I decided to do some gardening. It was such a beautiful day I thought I'd have myself a nice cold beer as I worked. I drank half the can, then pushed myself to get on with it. Pulled about 2 weeds then stopped for a break. Another few swigs and off I'd go again. One more dandelion removed. This carried on for about an hour before I admitted defeat, it was too hot to work, so I summoned the wife to abandon her chores, while we had a drink together on the patio. That drink turned into several, night fell and we were still there. Derek, the old chap from next door turned up, said hello, and before we knew it I'd got an impromptu barbecue on the go, the red wine was out, and the three of us ate and drank into the small hours. It was great.

 

Brill! Thats what a great summers day is all about

 

I loved the memories of long summer days on the then gravel pit trails we did all those years back whilst our father slaved in the front and rear gardens to supply plenty of crops to keep the family satisfied.
one of the things that convinced me to return to my home village after being 100 or so miles away for 28 years. Very glad I did too, so many other memories come flooding back on a regular basis!

 

Radio Caroline,Gardeners Question time. Listening to the charts on Radio 2 on sunday evening(the only time we could hear the records in stereo, radio 1 was only on AM) picking runners at my friends dads allotment, a huge salad, barbequeing veggie burgers that we'd made ourselves(before such things existed from the supermarkets) gleaning wheat after the combines had missed loads of it. No idea how to process it:DOH: Impressing a 20 year old girlfriend with my homegrown sweetcorn (now that was unexpected:DOH Sunbathing next to a huge chestnut tree on a hot day in spring with the smell of crushed ground ivy & drinking home made elderberry champagne.

 

I remember one of our annual caravan holidays to Great Yarmouth, early 60s, and we were 'attacked' by hundreds and thousands of ladybirds ... maybe that's why there are not many around today ....

 

I think the words, can, worms and open comes to mind.... :WINK1: