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'Oh, what do you do in the summertime?'

Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?
Do you fish in a stream, or lazily dream on the banks as the clouds go by?
Is that what you do?  So do I!

Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?
Do you march in parades, or drink lemonades, or count all the stars in the sky?
Is that what you do?  So do I!

Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?
Do you swim in a pool, to to keep yourself cool, or swing in a tree up high?
Is that what you do?  So do I!


One of my favorite children's primary songs.


Then:
Without a doubt, growing up summer always meant two things.... St. George (which in and of itself deserves it's very own post) AND swimming
Science and art camps my mom signed me up for
Carnivals in the backyard to raise money for the March of Dimes
Hogle Zoo... and popcorn we used to feed the spotted deer.... or maybe they were goats?

When my kids were growing up:
Day trips to Yellowstone
Planting corn and sunflowers in the garden
Swimming lessons
Milkshakes for dinner whenever the temps reached 110 degrees +
Cousins camp
Parma Motor Vu Drive-Inn... and stopping for Chinese take-out in Nampa on the way

Now:
Skirts
Corn on the cob
Hanging baskets of flowers for Mother's Day
The Lakeside Lavender Festival



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