I miss home in the summer time

Here's to screened in porches in the spring time. Where you can sit in a swing in the twilight coolness and listen to the rain, the frogs, or even the crickets as you read or lay back and relax. Here's to rocking chairs and sweet tea. To cool leafy forests, ponds, and creeks to fish in. Here's to carving initials on trees by the creek banks and rolling your jeans up to go wading to pick up those pretty smooth stones. Here's to flying kites in cotton fields. Here's to the smell of tobacco curing because that’s so much better than the smoke it ends up as. Here's to winding country roads where you break all sorts of laws to pass 2 tractors and a combine in a curve cuz you've been stuck behind them for 2 miles and you just can't go slow anymore. Here's to riding in the back of a pickup truck with the wind in your hair. Here's to grandmas who really know how to cook. Here's to "Who's your daddy?" being a way to identify people rather than a sexual comment. Here's to exploring woods and old farm buildings. Looking for adventures and having treehouses and forts made from tree branches and playing for hours with your dog. Here's to being a girl and still having your own workbench and set of tools. Here's to climbing trees and spying on the neighbors (even if they are your family too). Here's to planting flowers and trees and knowing all the names for them. There is nothing like sitting on a back porch in the evening and catching the scent of confederate jasmine and gardenias on the breeze. Here's to the sun setting over rolling farmland and another day has passed that you know you'll never forget.