L'aura del Campo

Summer ... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ... Father

Summer ... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ... Father

Give us a taste of summer – either through a recipe, or a memory or story that expresses summer to you. (BC)

Summer was dirt. Working in the garden. Hoping the tomatoes would bloom and set. It was a time of reading and getting no sleep due to mosquitoes. We never had air conditioning. I don't remember a fan. Summer was lonely. I hated school but at least I wasn't alone. Two summers I took classes: Art and Spanish. I could repeat my story about the color gleen when I was fourteen... but I'll pass. That summer "Sweet Pea" was playing (Tommy Roe).



Father’s Day! What is your favorite memory of your dad? (BCoFs)

I remember the radio playing this song of G. F. Handel as my father read the morning paper in the old overstuffed dentist's chair by the front door. The sun was streaming in. I was 3. I would like to have it played at my funeral.



Ombra mai fù
di vegetabile,
cara ed amabile,
soave più.

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