Though it is officially summer now, summertime has been slow in visiting the Pacific Northwest. Happily, the weather man says sunshine may finally break through our grey drizzly clouds. Speaking of drizzly scribbles -- the back of this postcard made me laugh. I wonder what that was all about?
My sisters and I were what we used to call tomboys. Back then, my siblings, cousins and I would often head for the canyon, where we built forts under the cedar trees, teepees from fir branches and followed deer trails to incredibly magical places. We learned to walk barefoot through the woods without a sound. We waded in the cold "crik" waters, chased crawdads, metallic colored bugs and beautiful butterflies. We sampled huckleberries, thimble berries, wild blackberries and strawberries. We learned to eat sour grass, licorice fern root, wild mint and water cress.
Everything changed the day I suddenly became aware of boys as more than buddies. I remember when a friend of mine taught me how to go "sparking" with a fellow in the moonlight -- which, isn't what you think. Did you know wintergreen breath mints spark in your teeth when you chew them in the dark? 'Tis true. You ought to try it -- especially with a fellow you love, under a smiling summer moon.
Ah, good old summertime!
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