Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer

I’m not a summertime gal.  My family ancestry is Irish, Danish and Russian, so to steal a joke from Billy Connolly, I’m not white, I’m pale blue. (Unforch, I can’t find that exact joke in a clip, so enjoy his NSFW take here on aromatherapy.)  I’m so fair I practically ignite in the sun and I’m the person that bugs adore.  More often than not when the weather turns sunny and hot I spend a tremendous amount of time defending myself against the outdoors.  But there are things about the summer that I love.

I live in a small town.  No, no, don’t cue the John Mellencamp music (oh, OK, I’ll do it) but nevertheless, it’s true.  I grew up and then lived in more densely-populated parts of the US, where people in glittery costume sunglasses compete for who can be the loudest “Woo!”-er at the party, where people pack together ridiculously tightly in the pursuit of fun but don’t talk to the person standing next to them.  I was a little nervous about moving to a small town because I thought…small town, everyone knows everyone, right?  I’m the stranger, I’m only going to know my sister here, for the rest of my life.  I thought I’d be here for six months, collect my bearings and take off for Boston or some other metropolis.  That was eight years ago.  Since then I’ve found a wonderful group of friends with whom I’ve made some awesome memories.  Among these are memories of a summer night in a nearby park, watching miniature hot air balloons and fireworks, celebrating the Fourth of July.  This story will take more than one picture to tell, but nevertheless, for me, this is summer.

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17 responses to Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer

  1. Like you, I grew up in a small town, am of Scottish ancestry (hence, the ‘Scottish tan’ of white) and am the favourite meal of every bug in the area. Summer meant a lot of things to me growing up … I can see how you also making a myriad of memories for yourself. Love your hot-air balloons – they look like so much fun!

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    • beyondpaisley – Author

      Those little mini-balloons were fantastic! And it was a super-clear night (stay tuned…eventually…for the picture of the moon in the trees, that will make it on here before too long) so all you saw was a string of floating lanterns. Beautiful. So sorry to hear you understand what it’s like to be afflicted by bugs! 🙂 Thanks for the comment!

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  2. Great post – I can relate (I am ALWAYS the palest person in the room – at least my sister has freckles!), and I came from a small town. It’s great to see how you’ve adapted and are enjoying your Summers! 😉

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    • beyondpaisley – Author

      I’m always a little surprised by how much I like it here, but…*shrug*…who am I to argue with being in a good place? As for the pale thing…arrrgh! I’ve burned after being outside for as little as fifteen minutes. Even with freckles! LOL Thanks for the post.

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  3. Love the photograph of the fireworks – and reading about your summer memory of fireworks and watching hot air balloons.

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  4. Small towns have a way of celebrating that’s so magical. I love knowing everyone, and chatting in the grocery store. Even in cities, you only have a small town’s worth of people you love…

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    • beyondpaisley – Author

      I tell you, how much I like it here completely caught me by surprise. What helped even more was when I first moved here, I got a job tending bar downtown. I knew eeeeeeeeverybody in a matter or minutes, it seemed. LOL And there are way more people here I’ve taken the chance to get to know, and come to love, than there was in some of the larger cities I’ve lived in. You know, I think I have a blog coming up that talks about this… 🙂 Thanks for reading!

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  5. Megan Lewis

    Dang, you’re making me really miss my native soil. I love where I live, but In my perfect world, I would split my time between Durham and Lewisburg. And I would say it like that as often as possible. I’ve always been envious of people who are able to “split their time.” There’s a Welsh word, hiraeth, which, loosely translated, means “longing for the land.” That is often what I feel about Central PA.

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    • beyondpaisley – Author

      There’s something to the place, that’s for sure. And what’s funny is I *REALLY* don’t feel the same way about New Jersey, which is my home turf.

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  6. Amber

    I so love that you are blogging so I get to take a peek inside your world from time to time…..it helps that I love your humor too! (pale blue…teehee…I know, not yours, but you thought to share it so that works for me.) And the balloons/lanterns….kids would LOVE that! – because of the movie Tangled of course! Keep up the great posts!

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    • beyondpaisley – Author

      I forgot about “Tangled”…LOL…guess who doesn’t have kids? :). The ‘burg’s got a lot of good qualities; family friendly summer activities are but one small part. Glad you enjoy it! XOXO

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