Ode to a Summer Saturday

Hello there, Summer Saturday. I haven’t seen you in a while, and I sure have missed you! These Spring Saturdays have been fun – we’ve had some beautiful weather and made some good memories – but they were BUSY. Jam-packed with errands and chores, practices, and games. Barely even counting as a “day off.” You, on the other hand, Summer Saturday, you are lazy and free-spirited. You arrive without expectation, and you make no demands. You exist simply to be enjoyed.

You smell like blueberry pancakes and bacon, which I notice because we can sit at the breakfast table a little longer. No practice or games to get to today. And like sunscreen and sweat, a reminder of the perfect pool day.

You sound like kids squealing with delight as they run through the sprinkler in the backyard: pure unadulterated joy provided by a blast of cold water to break up the relentless heat. And like waves crashing onto the shore, and like Jack Johnson tunes in the background.

You taste like a limeade snowball from Hansen’s – cold and tart, a hard-earned treat after standing in a line down the block. There are no shortcuts, to quality, you know. And like a hot dog, fresh off the grill — mustard only for me.

You feel like the warm sun on my shoulders as we sit on the patio by the grill, listening to music and solving the world’s problems while dinner cooks itself. And like a cool breeze, perfectly timed, arriving just before I truly couldn’t take it anymore.

You look like bare feet and tanned legs all piled up on the couch after a long day of play. Nothing compares to the tiredness that comes after being outside in the summertime sun. And like a boat passing by on the Mississippi as I sit at the Fly under the shade of a tree.

Summer Saturday, you are beautiful. You bring out the best in me. You are joy and sunshine and laughter. You are peace and quiet and rest. Thanks for being here. Hope to see you again soon.

And to you, reader. What is your perfect Summer Saturday? How does it smell, sound taste, feel and look to you? 

Sarah Brichetto
Born and raised in Knoxville, Tennessee, Sarah moved to New Orleans in 2009 after graduating from the University of Tennessee (Go Vols!) and is proud to call New Orleans home. She is a CPA and the Finance Director at a local real estate development company. Sarah lives in the Freret neighborhood with her husband, Matt, and their three kids: Elizabeth, Paul and Isaac. You can often find them roaming the neighborhood streets, taking streetcar rides, or enjoying one of the many local parks. In her non-existent free time, Sarah loves to try the newest local restaurants, cook, read, and write.


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