Celebrating Summer in April

Although I’m two weeks away from my graduation, all coursework is turned in and my brain is free!  There is still a nagging fear that I ought to be reading a book on eschatology or writing a 12-page paper, but I’m starting to shout “NOPE,” at my anxieties a little more quickly.  It helped that Saturday was a beautifully sunny 80 degree day, so Lindsay and I celebrated an early start to summer.

The most significant transition of summer living is, of course, when women start shaving above their knees after long months of jeans-covered freedom.  Exposing all that new skin to the world can disorient those around you, especially since my Scottish skin veritably glows with paleness. 


Lindsay I went to the Dallas Arboretum to take in the peace and quiet of grassy lawns and developed plants…alongside at least 30 Quinceañera and wedding photo shoots.  There were little spots to escape, however, and I eagerly took advantage of the chance to walk barefoot through the grass.  My Midwestern heart will never be tired of walking barefoot outside in the summer.

After the Arboretum, Lindsay suggested we stop by Sonic for happy hour cherry limeades, which I immediately understood was integral to a summer day experience.


What is the only possible way to finish celebrating summer?  Laying out poolside, of course!  Lindsay’s apartment complex has two pools, so we chose the smaller and less populated one.  The pool itself was absolutely freezing (it is only April, after all), but it made for a nice foot bath when laying out became too hot.


I lied.  That’s not the best ending to a stress-free summer day.  After the pool, I went home and took a two hour nap.  HELLO SUMMER, I’m so glad you’re here.


One thought on “Celebrating Summer in April

  1. Mary April 27, 2015 / 11:58 am

    Sounds fun! Congrats on being done!!


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