1 Being the son and grandson of farm folk, the one thing summer meant was..... Hay. Thousands of bales of hay. First cut, second cut maybe even a third in September. Good times.
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Katey, Dad and Cathy out of the loft, waiting for the next wagon
I was at the bottom unloading, in shorts and sandals
2 Horses. Summer was/is the time for riding. Lazy trail rides, playing tag in the "sallies" or real cowboys. (Or chasing cattle all over hell's half acre.)
Mom and Dad taking Katie and Julie out for a ride
Mom trick riding
Even a little bull riding LOL
My uncle Bob on Magician
My cousin Lindsay, proudly displaying her ribbon
The Fisher clan
Some of the Craigs and Dowsetts
5 Weddings. I love going to weddings. Family, friends, all good, just not mine LOL
My aunt Janice with her husband Ken
My favourite picture of the two of them
My aunt Donna with her husband Pat
And my cousins Jason and Darren
My aunt Rita (Rorybore's mom) and her husband Frank
We even have horses at our weddings
My grandfather driving the carriage for my aunt Karen's wedding
My friends, Monica and Llijah, the Pearces
6 Watching thunderstorms. I've been fascinated with thunderstorms since I was little. Now, I love watching them roll into Toronto from over Lake Ontario. Awesome.
Rita with a bunch of us at Marlyn and Donny's cottage
Same cottage, my uncle Gordon and his wife Sue
Tried, Tested and True Mommy's parents
Another favourite picture
Aunt Jean and my Mom relaxing at either Silver Lake or Sandy Beach
Uncle Leonard coming in from water skiing
Water = Fishing
Grandpa Craig and my uncle Ken
8 Hanging out. Patios, BBQs, corn roasts, pig roasts, tailgate parties, bonfires and fireworks.
One particular memory that makes me laugh, the look of horror on my cousin Adam's friends as Ferd went on to describe, in great detail, a traditional Filipino recipe for the pig's head. Priceless.
Hitting the patios with Andrew after work
Mu uncle Donny BBQing
He makes the best burgers ever
Parties mean casualties
And because I live with the Nerd Herd,
FanExpo, or any comic book convention really
9 No surprise, gardening. After all, I started this, didn't I? I can't lie, summers spent weeding our or either of my grandparents gardens as a kid were not the most joyous of memories. Acres, by hand. Now however, I enjoy gardening on my little 1/100 of an acre. As I type, pies are cooling on my counter made from rhubarb and strawberries just out of my garden. Being able to walk outside and snip some herbs, grab some beans, cucumbers, tomatoes or salad greens, incredible.
I'm pretty sure this is what is happening in my garden when I'm not looking
The swath of destruction they have caused, now explained.