Having just walked back from The Ice Cream Shack, I have to admit that my favorite summertime treat is ice cream. Yeah, I know you can get it year round, but it never tastes the same sitting by the fire with the snow falling down as it does when walking home from the Shack, licking like crazy because it's melting so fast it threatens to run down your arm.
I'm fortunate to live within walking distance of three ice cream stands. Two are soft serve, one serves hard ice cream. I'd never turn any of them down, but my favorite is Peanut Butter Fudge. I just finished a "small" cone which is actually two huge scoops atop a cone. I never mix flavors on one cone, though. A lot of people do, but it just seems wrong to me!
I only indulge my ice cream craving in the summer - when I can walk to the stand. If I have a carton of ice cream in my freezer at home, I will eat it every day until it's gone. If I have to walk to get it, I don't have it every night - and I burn off a few calories to help make up the difference.
So, yes, I play mind games with myself. Don't you? If I write 1000 words, I can play Words with Friends. If I finished my word count for the day, I can curl up with the book I've been dying to read. If I walk four blocks, I can have an ice cream cone.
So what's your favorite summertime treat? And do you play mind games with yourself? I can't be the only one!
Natasha
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Showing posts with label summertime. Show all posts
Summertime -- Invigorating and Inspiring
Swooping seagulls chasing the summer breeze and each other. The slap of a fallen wave as it meets the shoreline and gently sizzles. Every breath of salty air tickling my nostrils and making me smile. Sand tickling the soles of my feet and sifting between my toes. Sunshine warming my skin. The buttery sweetness of caramel corn wafting along the Boardwalk. French fries, golden-brown from a peanut-oil bath, making my mouth water as they're scooped into a cardboard container. Red and yellow plastic buckets splashing water into sandcastle moats.
Summertime and trips to the beach have always spurred my imagination more than any other activity. Sensory overload in the most glorious way. Whether on a moonlight dinner cruise or cracking crabs on a patio after a sun-drenched day, my writing tablets are filled with details of my travels on the sand and boards. Even after I emerge from the ocean, and long before my hair is dry, I'm making memories and recording them on paper. Water dapples my arms and hands and drips onto the steno sheets, but the ink never blurs much.
Backyard barbecues where burgers flipped and shoes flip-flopped. As the sun set, mosquitos buzzed but not nearly as loud as those filling lounge chairs and reclining on blankets. Citronella candles soon burned and banished those winged warriors. Lightening bugs filled coffee cans and glass jars covered with lids in which we'd punched holes.
Here are a few songs that capture the essence of summer and find me singing along whenever they're on the radio. Where did those days of riding my bike with the transistor radio tucked into the basket go? Not too far away, for they live among my fondest memories...
Surf, swim, smile & enjoy your summers,
Shawna Moore
TO HELLE AND BACK AGAIN -- Ellora's Cave
TORMENTED (Recommended Read) -- Ellora's Cave
ROUGHRIDER -- Ellora's Cave
HELLE IN HEELS -- Ellora's Cave
Summertime and trips to the beach have always spurred my imagination more than any other activity. Sensory overload in the most glorious way. Whether on a moonlight dinner cruise or cracking crabs on a patio after a sun-drenched day, my writing tablets are filled with details of my travels on the sand and boards. Even after I emerge from the ocean, and long before my hair is dry, I'm making memories and recording them on paper. Water dapples my arms and hands and drips onto the steno sheets, but the ink never blurs much.
Backyard barbecues where burgers flipped and shoes flip-flopped. As the sun set, mosquitos buzzed but not nearly as loud as those filling lounge chairs and reclining on blankets. Citronella candles soon burned and banished those winged warriors. Lightening bugs filled coffee cans and glass jars covered with lids in which we'd punched holes.
Here are a few songs that capture the essence of summer and find me singing along whenever they're on the radio. Where did those days of riding my bike with the transistor radio tucked into the basket go? Not too far away, for they live among my fondest memories...
Surf, swim, smile & enjoy your summers,
Shawna Moore
TO HELLE AND BACK AGAIN -- Ellora's Cave
TORMENTED (Recommended Read) -- Ellora's Cave
ROUGHRIDER -- Ellora's Cave
HELLE IN HEELS -- Ellora's Cave
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