Summer.  I love the word.  I love the season.  Even in the hottest part, there is just something about summer that has always inspired me.  Maybe it’s because I was born in the summer.  We will blame it on that.

My question today is:  What does summer mean to you?

In my mind, there is something almost magical about summer.  There is something beautiful about the plants and bushes that always come back, year after year.  There is something beautiful about clothes hanging on the line and coming back in smelling like sunshine. (Mr.  ..if you are reading this…a clothesline is still on my wish list.)

When I was growing up…summer days spent with my mom were always an adventure.  She just had a way about her…and still does…that made every moment of every day fun. I look back on those days now and realize that I incorporate some of that into the lives of our children.  That makes my heart smile.

One of my very favorite things about summer?  Old yards.  Do you know what I mean?  I do not have an old yard…yet.  Old yards are yards that have been there for years and have been lovingly planted and tended.  Grandma yards.  That is what they are in my mind.  Today….I am sharing with you…one of my favorite places of all time.  To me…this is the epitome of “farmhouse.”  From the yard to the porch to the little fence…this is just me.  This home is on the way to my mom’s house.  I’m not sure if anyone lives there anymore but….to me…it is beautiful.

I could go on and on about the way that the river draws me in the summer or swimming or round bales here in the Ozarks or most of all laughing children that are home for the summer.  I will save that for another day.  Today…because you are my sweet Dirt Roaders…I am sharing some of my summer heart and my all time favorite farmhouse.

Smiles!