Well, unfortunately I haven’t really been posting as many of my completed writing assignments as I wanted to. Right now I can only find one, so I’ll post that one.
Of the four seasons, summer is my favorite. For me, summer begins when the pollen starts to drift lazily over the grass seed fields. Then, days upon glorious days of vacation, sunshine, happiness and blue skies. Unfortunately, like all good things, vacation must come to an end and we must go back to school. But to me, summer isn’t truly over until we’ve had several days of drizzling rain in a row.
There are many things that I love about summer, but the number one thing is, without a doubt, the fact that there’s no school. After nine long months of seeing the same people almost every day and stuggling to stay awake while I do my math, it’s wonderful to have a long vacation.
There are many other things that are wonderful about summer as well. For one thing, summer always seem bright, sunny and carefree. And I believe I’ve always felt more at ease, and more free from everyday pressures, during the summer, than during any other season. I feel like I grow more, spiritually, physically, and emotionally, during the summer.
Summer always seems to be teeming with amazing sights, smells, and tastes. I relish the taste of a sun-warmed blackberry, fresh off the vine. I love the smell that floats around in the air right after the sun goes down, and you’re walking along, watching the combines make their rounds. I enjoy swimming in Big Muddy Creek with my best friend during the hottest part of the day, and how the sky is always blue with a few hints of white fluff. Lastly, I love how everything seems alive and active. I think summer will always be my favorite season.
In other news, last Sunday my Sunday School teacher was talking about the Creation museum. He was saying that if we haven’t been there it should be the number one thing on my bucket list. What I wanted to say but didn’t, was that I think the number one thing on my is cooler, no offense to the Creation Museum. The number one thing on my bucket list is “Milk a camel.”
I made dinner for my family tonight. Every time I make dinner I get all frantic and start running around and talking to myself like a lunatic. This time it wasn’t to bad. My amazing brother Ben helped me by chopping onions all professionally like he learned to at Tea-n-Bannock, setting the table, and shooting me with a rubber band. I guess the whole “shooting me with a rubber band” thing didn’t really help much, but still, he was helpful. I made this yummy potato soup recipe that I found in “Real Simple.” It was delish like all Smucker food should be.
And speaking of delish food, three of my cousins are getting married so there was a shower for all three of them at one time. There were plenty of Smuckers and good food there. So, I guess technically, one of my cousins who is getting married is a boy, and the shower was partly for the lady he was marrying, but that’s not the point. The point, my friends, is that the food was amazing. There were wraps, little cakes, and a chocolate fountain with marshmallows, strawberries, bananas, and pineapple slices to dip into it. People, Smuckers make good food.