When summer rolls around, “eating out” takes on a whole new meaning.

A murky weekend is the ideal excuse to pack up a picnic basket and enjoy the great outdoors.

Salt in the air, sun kissed hair. Harley bikers are back. Jazz on the streets, kite surfing, fireworks, festivals, music, night bazaar, movies & popcorns, farmers market, strange flowers, sunglasses, journal, sun hat, country side, beaches, no makeup and the list goes on. I feel summer creepin' in. Every summer has a story. Bliss is the sand between my toes. Some of the best memories are made in flip flops! It’s a smirk, it's a memoir, it's a sip of lemonade... it's summertime!

Stuck right there between red and yellow as the second color in the rainbow, it was orange. Yes, it did embellish entire neighboring with tinge of carroty. After all it’s the only season where pumpkins are judged by their personality. The leaves fall and the wind blows, from the summer cottons to falling leaves. Welcome autumn!

The season has also given a reason to embrace umbrellas and rain boots. From the damp seats to the wet grass and blackened soil in the park, the rain has released a bunch of fresh smells. The charms of the wild rose, new-mown hay, baked bread, buttered popcorn, smell of coffee, frying bacon and the smell of rain hitting dry ground! Everything felt a little bit livelier. Best smell was rain itself. No smell at all but only a washing-away, a cleanness and yet another chance to start again.

The charms of the wild rose, new-mown hay, baked bread, buttered popcorn, smell of coffee, frying bacon and the smell of rain hitting dry ground! Everything felt a little bit livelier. Awesome!