I’m watching the boats zigzag across the lake leaving a wake of foam and waves and listening, from a distance, to laughter and the buzz of motors. The lake is still way too chilly for swimming, despite the recent warm temperatures, but there’ll be a few who’ll jump in and come out quickly, shivering. The skinny 10 year old, who has to do the first cannonball (miniball, in his case) off the dock and comes up gasping from the shocking briskness of the lake. They are relishing the official arrival of summer. School’s out, summer’s on. Relax, the living’s easy. Families and friends are outside in force this weekend; joining and rejoicing the initiation of summer. Memorial Day sound’s the retreat to were ever you can get away from the boss, the desk, the computer, the phone, the office, the mop, the stethoscope, the hammer or the hoe. It could be the shore, the mountains, the lake, the woods, a hammock in your own back yard, or just a chair on the little porch of an apartment. The work-a-day world pauses for a moment to relax, unwind and respect.
So I’m sweeping away the last of the spring pollen and firing up the grill because, it’s going to be a long hot summer- I hope. Suddenly, I get that whiff of a neighboring charcoal grill. The fine perfume of outdoor cooking that sends my salivary glands to pumping and the thought of an ice cold beer, crisp white wine or vodka and lime motivating me to bring out the fun and friendly side of life. Maybe be we should have that nice new couple up the street over for “something on the grill.” Blue cheese burgers, refrigerator pickles, sweet potatoes fries, slaw and strawberry pie.
Have fun this Memorial Day and thanks to all who have given their all for the USA.