Every year I tell myself that I will enjoy summer more since I mourn it's loss once it's gone, but so much gets in the way and the next thing I know it's September. (or really the next thing I know it's December and that vast tundra of winter stretches out endlessly in front of me.) Or maybe I enjoy it, usually, but without noticing how much I enjoy it in the midst of it.
Thus, here goes a list of my very favorite summer things:
picnics/cookouts/eating al fresco
tiny roadside markets
lounging and reading outdoors
road trips and afternoon drives
flea markets and garage sales