As the cicada choruses begin to vie with each other, it’s an indication that we have reached the dog days of summer. One of the things I love about living in America is how clearly demarcated the seasons are: the vibrant fall, the Christmas card snow scenes of winter, the rejuvenation of spring, and then the long, slow, lazy days of summer, which are neatly sandwiched between the Memorial Day and the Labor Day holidays. This summer has seen an influx of visitors from down under—an old Cape Town friend, who now lives in Melbourne, Australia, and a beloved cousin, whom I haven’t seen for far too long. She now lives in New Zealand with her husband, and taking them around Baltimore made me realize again what fun it is to show off our city and see it afresh through visitors’ eyes. We visited our world-class art museums, and took the water taxi to Fort McHenry, which has added significance in this bi-centennial year of the 1812 war, of course. (The day we took them there turned out to be the one with record breaking temperatures, but at least they missed the derecho wind storm.) We also celebrated the Fourth of July—that quintessential American celebration—by taking them to hear (and see) the Baltimore Symphony fireworks concert out at Oregon Ridge. “Bombs bursting in air” in more ways than one!
I hope your summer is being a good one.
Tags:fun, holidays, music
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