12 Sep

We grilled out last weekend, to celebrate it being Friday, and also a three day weekend…and all I could think the entire time I was sitting there smelling the charcoal and watching the smoke rise up into the sky was goodbye, summer. It’s been real.

The sun set slowly, and with every inch the sun sank the smell of chicken and corn and charcoal grew stronger. The smell of the grill has been a staple of my summer life for as long as I can remember. When I was small, my grandparent’s neighbor, Mr. Summers, spent every Saturday night on his back porch. We’d hear the screen door slam just as the sun crested the top of the trees, and before long, we could smell the smoke wafting through our open windows.

Summers passed, and I’m in my own little house now, with a cat and a dog and a boy. Mr. Summers is gone, and the house he lived in was recently sold. Still, the smell of summer is synonymous in my mind with grilling and smoke. And, as the days start to get cooler and the nights longer, and thoughts turn to Halloween and Christmas, I will still remember this first summer as mine, as the first of my real adult life, and one that I will never, ever forget.

One Response to “15”

  1. Chris SUmmers October 1, 2010 at 7:37 am #

    Great post Laura. I remember my dad telling me that on a few occasions people walking by came up to the house to make sure the house wasn't on fire as my father's method for lighting the grill put out a lot of smoke at first. I guess I have carried on the tradition because I grill here in Houston several times a week and when my grand children are here in the summer I wonder if they will remember these times the way my kids remember their summer visits to Huntington Circle.

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