“On their porch, the breeze was always blowing and the lemonade was always sweet and tart. Afterwards, we'd go to the living room while they watched “Ironsides” on a black and white TV as a fan provided the breeze.”

Sunday afternoons take on a kind of special meaning during the dog day's of summer.

It's not so much that the day isn't special during the rest of year; it's just that the humidity seems to break when you're sitting on the porch or under a big oak tree with a glass of lemonade.

The soaked-in-sweat air has taken the sails out of the wind. What wind is left is blustery and filled with water.

Take a thermometer and place it out in the hot sun and then take another one and place it in the shade. Chances are there's not much difference between the two readings.

Some may say it's just your mind playing tricks on you, but tell that to the breeze as it brushes your cheeks and ruffles your hair.

Back in my youth I was knee-deep in breezes in rural Alabama. There were plenty of changes all around, but there were some constants: fishing, swimming, the feeling of broken ground between my toes and breezes.

The Sunday afternoon trips with my mama and daddy to the folks who invited me to call them grandparents fit into this category. They were cotton farmers and ginners. They knew how to work, but just as importantly, they knew how to cool off from the heat of the week.

That's where lemonade comes in.

Sunday afternoon visits are often cast aside these days as unnecessary intrusions on rest, but I'm telling you a glass of lemonade and a good conversation can give you more rest than an easy chair.

On their porch, the breeze was always blowing and the lemonade was always sweet and tart. Afterwards, we'd go to the living room while they watched “Ironsides” on a black and white TV as the fan provided the breeze.

Lemonade is the perfect reality drink. While that statement may sound like a testimonial in an advertisement, it's more akin to the truth of the mixture of sweet and sour.

Life is a mixture of both, you'll likely agree. By extension, agriculture is in one of those periods where the tartness of economics needs a little sweetening.

The breezes blowing these days are just as likely to be blustery winds that seem to be coming out of a gas heater than cool releases from a shade.

Still, there's lemonade.

The right mixture of the sweetness of sugar, the tartness of lemons and the coolness of ice — stirred just right — causes your eyes to close as your mouth savors the simple refreshment nothing from the store can match.

Yep, it sure was hot this summer. Likely will be hot again. Just remember the lemonade.


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