Sweet Summertime



If you don’t have a deck or a patio, I suggest you invest in one some day. If you can’t, that’s ok, use your imagination instead. Hell, just go get a chair and sit on your front lawn. Bottom line: relax.

Summer to me is when my dad plays Jimmy Buffett or Ray Charles so loud in our backyard that the neighbors complain. His favorite part as he says is when, “you can touch your feet to the cement and it’s warm.”

He has eleven adirondack chairs that vary in color sprawled out around our concrete patio and there’s no better feeling that relaxing in one of them while listening to music and feeling the warm breeze on your skin. Especially when you don’t have to worry about crawling out of bed the next morning.

That is my current situation. Minus the fact that I have to be up at 7 o’clock.

You can tell there’s a storm brewing, but that won’t get our asses out of these seats unless it starts to downpour.

I also forgot to mention that he decked out our yard in lights. Literally. The garage and the railings of the deck itself are covered in rope lights, multi-colored Christmas bulb lights, and a bunch of signs and flags that emphasize that “It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.” No picture does it justice, you just have to join us and when you do, leave your worries at the front door.

Oh, and that palm tree up there? My dad made it out of plastic pucks and gold and green rope lights. He calls it “The Lone Palm,” in reference to the Jimmy Buffett song. It also sways…cool, huh?

This is definitely a Parrothead’s back yard.


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