Summertime

Jul 02

We’re coming up on a holiday weekend here in the States and I’ve got big plans. Quality time with my family. Berry picking. The farmers’ market. Our small town July 4th parade. The Tour de France, Wimbledon, the World Cup. (My remote control finger is getting tired just thinking about it!)

So in honor of Independence Day, Canada Day, and summer-loving people everywhere (and with apologies to Tracy and my other Southern Hemisphere friends and to those of you who will tell me that these lyrics from Porgy and Bess are about death and/or slavery and are not actually a celebration of summer), I am turning off comments and leaving you with a bit of Gershwin.

Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry

One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take to the sky

But until that morning
There’s a’nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mammy standing by

Summertime,
And the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

Your daddy’s rich
And your mamma’s good lookin’
So hush little baby
Don’t you cry