There are certain things that simply belong to summer.

Fresh tomatoes still warm from the garden.

Homemade ice cream.

The happy sounds of children splashing in the water.

The crack of a bat at a baseball game.

Sweet tea and watermelon on a hot afternoon.

The smell of freshly cut hay.

Honeysuckle drifting on the evening breeze.

Backyard barbecues.

The distant hum of a lawn mower somewhere down the road.

And, if you ask me . . . .

Butterflies and fireflies.

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