Flaming June's Love

We had a tornado warning today.  Allie Nana and I were floating in the pool at Nanas apartment when we heard thunder.   So as directed we immediately left and headed back to Moms place.  Allie looked through the paper for apts, while nana and I admired her.  We chuckled and then ALlie left to head to work.  5 minutes later we read about the warning.  Nana and I packed up her stuff and headed back to my house.  (we have a basement.)  Jack was s till at CYC camp not expected home until 3.  His TSS was bringing him home and he was safe tucked in tight at the cyc basement.  Missi called to check on us as we scurried around shutting windows and waiting for funnel clouds.  The storm passed with no more than a few drops of rain.  Our sweet boy came home from camp.  Then Nana and Jack played a few games of checkers while I made MEATLOAF. My hubbie came home, Missi came home and then left just as quick to get her hair done...

This has been the summer of the "mountain".  The mountain refers to the cottage of my childhood.  The house where Mom and Dad, boys and I used to go EVERY summer to spend time with our grandparents and just BE. What did we do there?  Well, I remember making mudpies on the lazy susan in the backyard.  Sitting on the mossy rocks and pulling the long leaves from fern.  I ate fruit with my Aunt Betty on her couch and talked about what she was cooking.  I swam in the lake, wearing muddy sneakers ankle deep in muck.  I watched leaves blow, turn, shimmer and dapple sunlight on the darkest green grass.  I would lie on the hammock waiting for my grandfather to come home from work, then watch him take his nap on the hammock slung between two trees.  My Mom would always be awake and beautiful in the morning.  Sitting at the kitchen counter sipping coffee, singing along to her radio.  Our Dad worked in NJ the entire summer while we vacatione...