I was puttering around the house (folding laundry maybe?) when my husband yelled from the garage to grab a sweatshirt and come outside. Typically, I would have said something like "just a sec," but for whatever serendipitous reason, I grabbed a sweatshirt and headed for the door. As I walked out, he was giddily reversing his 1974 Land Cruiser out of the garage.
He had just taken the roof and doors off for summer and I knew he was itching to go for a drive. He motioned for me to hop in and off we went to the top of the hill above our house, chasing the most incredible sunset I’ve seen in years. The sky was neon pink in a way that’s darn near impossible to describe.
Mount Adams had lavender swirled clouds behind it and set against that pink sky, no amount of iPhone photos could do justice to its beauty. It’s one of those "remember forever" kind of things. We sat in the quiet, just taking in all in.
As the pink faded to dusk, we high-fived and made our way back to the house, promising to catch at least a few more sunsets before the end of summer. Next time, we’ll plan ahead, we promised, but part of the magic was the surprise and the mad dash to catch it before it was gone. You can’t plan ahead for that kind of thing.
Just one of the many things I love about summer — give me all the neon pink sunsets and warm drives with all the windows down (or no windows at all). Next on the list of favorite things about summer might be the fun of eating directly from what’s grow.
