Sometimes it comes over me again – that delicious enchanting feeling of an endless summer from when I was little. The delight of many hours of sitting in a field pulling at blades of grass while chatting nothing and everything with a good friend. The unhurried breeze that came to play. Nowhere to go, nothing needing to be done. The way the grass tickled bare feet, and hopping nimbly over roads that were too hot! Popsicles! I liked the orange ones best. No polite way to slurp that last bit before it melted off the popsicle stick. Yes, summer was good, and still is. What are your favourite summer memories?