Churn

 

When summer came it was hot with no air conditioning.  None in the house or in the car, just midriff top, ponytail and short shorts.  I walked barefoot to the pool everyday, my soles grew tough from the  concrete.  When too hot to walk I rode my bike downhill, arms splayed out, look ma no hands, creating my own current of air all the way to the park and the pool.  My legs were strong from the journey home.

I loved butterflies, little green snakes and swimming, but mostly the weekends to churn the homemade ice cream.  The kids would turn the crank, add the rock salt and turn the crank more until the egg, cream and sugar mixture thickened.  Mom would serve it up after dinner.  There was no better way to chill than hand-churned ice cream.

 

temperature will rise

summer heat pours out memories

time not forgotten

______________________________
dVerse Haibun on summer

photo courtesy of Karen McDougal at KarensChicNShabby

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Churn

10 thoughts on “Churn

  1. The house I grew up in didn’t have air conditioning either but the high ceilings channeled the breezes. And oh, that home made ice cream. We always did the ice cream thing on the weekend too. That going to the towns huge ice factory to buy an ice cold watermelon. Wonderful memories.

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