Warm weather was made for adventures!
Whether you're talking about a precocious six year old and his tiger best friend, or a scrubby tom boy from Maycomb, Alabama, for a kid, there are no truer words than those that the late American Novelist Harper Lee put down to paper in her 1960 classic, To Kill A Mockingbird. In that one sentence she was able to capture the spirit of adventure and excitement that every child longed for at the end of the school year.
As a child, summer time meant riding bikes from dawn 'til dusk; it meant sticky hands from juicy slices of watermelon; it meant the intoxicating aroma of charcoal grills and sizzling hot dogs. Summertime was made for sleepovers, and pool parties; it was made for romping through the woods and rope swings into rivers. It was made for adventures.
There was the summer when one of the older neighbor boys and his friends decided to make a full scale catapult, and upon it's completion there were endless water balloon battles for at least a week.
There was the phase, right around 1992 when the movie Last Of The Mohicans, starring Daniel Day-Lewis, came out where our groups were rarely seen wearing shirts, were always covered in mud and could usually be found by following our attempts at war cries as we trekked through the forrest "tracking wild animals," or "preparing an ambush" for the make believe armies that were making their way through our lands.
The early to mid 1990's were a great time to be a kid. The internet hadn't really infiltrated homes yet, so people still knew how to use their imagination, and being bored was just a part of the adventure. The influx of helicopter parents wasn't quite in full swing yet either, so not seeing your children for hours at a time was accepted. I remember my family had a big brass bell that hung on our porch that you could hear almost anywhere in the neighborhood, and when it was time to come home my mom would ring it and we'd have to come running. Those were simpler times, and I wouldn't trade them for the world.
OK, OK, we get that childhood was great, now get to the wine!
I call it, the wine walk. I'm sure if you have kids, or if you're simply like me and don't need an "appropriate time" for wine then you are familiar with this. It's pretty simple really, and it can be done alone, with your husband, wife, girlfriend or boyfriend, or with a group of your favorite people! All you need is a delicious bottle of wine, a beautiful evening (or afternoon if you're feeling particularly feisty) and your favorite incognito cup! It sounds too easy right?! There's something about a warm evening, with fireflies floating around, and the smell of distant charcoal flames that will ignite your soul again, and the danger of walking through the neighborhood with alcohol in your cup should spark up that little bit of danger you've been missing.
You'll wave to the crazy neighbor lady who is still pulling weeds well after dark and smile to yourself because you know whats in your cup. And as street lights begin to flip on you'll feel a sort of kinship to them, because you too are slightly buzzing at that point.
So she threw a bottle of white wine in the fridge to be nicely chilled by the time I arrived, and we filled up our cups and walked. It was so rejuvenating to just be with her, sipping wine and laughing as we meandered through the neighborhoods hand in hand. It was our own little adult adventure, and it was just what we needed. So do yourself a favor, carve a few minutes out of your busy lives, grab the hand of the person you love, and go for a walk with your favorite wine, you can thank me later! As always, drink on!
P.S. I know I didn't actually tell you about a wine in this one, it was just a reminder that wine doesn't always have to be in a fancy glass around a four course meal! I'll do another post very soon covering the wine we had on our walk though, I promise!