The realization struck as I was rifling through dresses at my favorite discount store.
That one’s too long, my knees will sweat.
That one’s to heavy, I’m going for flowy here.
That one’s not breezy enough.
And as I searched for a shorter and shorter dress, one that hung loose and flowy with tank-top straps and a mid-thigh rise, it settled upon me.
This is summer.
It happened again as I was padding barefoot around the kitchen. Prepping antipasto platters and lighting candles on the patio. Pink Martini playing on the radio.
This is summer.
I wait all year for this. It’s a feeling in my mind. A sense of slow, simmery perfection. A vision of evenings hot enough for sundresses, and a circle of friends pulled up around a platter of chilly eats and crisp cocktails. Nobody in a hurry to go anywhere. Why do I strive for this? Why do I feel life should be this more? Perhaps I was meant to be Greek or Italian. Somebody somewhere, living in the South of France. The only sustenance required for my life…gin, lemons, people.
It wouldn’t be such a bad existence at all. That one of utter simplicity. That place where all the work and stress and capitalistic keeping-up-with-the Jonses bullshit melts away. And there is just a day. Food. Life. Little more.
Instead, I am left standing in the kitchen on a Thursday night. Windows open, a soft breeze blowing hot air through the windows. Ice clinking in little cups. Hips swaying to soft and groovy girl jazz. Reminding myself, “tomorrow…when it all gets hectic. This winter when there is only snow and mukluks…remember…you had this moment. You lived this moment. It was real.”
Sensing the fragility of it all, I stopped and sucked in breath. Closed eyes. Decided it was enough.
And when everyone was gathered around the patio, Lemon Gin Mojitos in hand, garnished with fresh tarragon from my garden. I realized. I don’t need this everyday. Everyday would take away from it being so rare and splendid. Synergy of mind and moment and minidress. Enough to stave me over until the next time I realize…this. is. summer.
Summer. Summer. Summer. So happy.
Lemon Gin Tarragon Mojitos
2 lemon slices
1 1/2 tablespoons agave nectar
2 ounces gin
1 can sparkling water, lemon flavored
Squeeze lemons into the bottom of a glass. Add agave, gin, and a few fresh-chopped leaves of tarragon. Add ice. Fill remaining space in glass with sparkling water. Garnish with a few tarragon springs & a straw for mixing the drink together and sipping.