Smells Like Summer!
By author Amy Lynch
‘Mmm,’ my five year old leaned out of the car window, smiling and inhaling deeply. ‘Smells like summer.’
The rest of the family fell apart laughing. What a thing to say!
But do you know what? He was right. It did smell like summer.
The scent of a barbeque sizzling in a neighbours garden in the distance, the coconut fragrance of suntan lotion smeared on easily scorched Irish knees – there’s a distinct smell that accompanies the long awaited summer months.
Of course, here in Ireland, the summer days are few and far between, so you can understand the excitement. The first whiff of a blue sky, and people are scrambling in attics for summer wardrobes before the clouds roll in again. As I’m writing this guest post, I’m double tasking, as most busy mums tend to do. I’m mentally ticking off my pre-holiday to-do list before I jet off to Spain with the husband and kids. Now, before you roll your eyes in jealously, I must tell you that this year the holiday has been more deserved than ever.
Chronic pain has marred the year, rearing its ugly head and making it harder and harder to juggle the daily demands of work, parenting and of course writing. Neurology appointments, blood tests and scans have monopolised the winter months. The flight date has been wiggling its fingers at the marathon finishing line, beckoning me to just take a few more steps towards its summery arms. If I can just push through, it calls, just hang in there, there is a sun lounger with my name on it.
As anyone who suffers with chronic pain knows, hypnosis and meditation are tools that many find helpful. My favourite recording guides me to sleep every night by helping me to picture my “happy place.” For some, their happy place is a grassy meadow. For others it’s a beach with white sand and turquoise water. For me, my happy place is on a sun lounger in our family home in Spain, expertly angled to catch maximum rays. When I close my eyes and press play on the hypnosis app, I can start to feel the virtual sun on my face. It won’t be long until that sensation is for real, along with a book in one hand and a cold beer in the other to complete to happy-place effect.
And so, if you’ll excuse me now, I must dash. There are bikinis to fold and toothbrushes to pack. There are debates to be held over which favourite teddy will accompany the kids. The sun lounger beckons, and there’s a large cocktail lined up at the bar. There’s a barbeque in the next house, the scent wafting towards us, mixed with the aroma of coconut suntan lotion …
About the Author:
Amy Lynch is an author of women’s commercial fiction. Her debut novel ‘Bride without a groom’ is out now, and her second novel ‘Does my bump look big in this?’ will follow shortly.
Amy lives in Wicklow, Ireland with her husband, two young children and two dogs.
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Single, coupled-up or married, this laugh-out-loud summer read is the perfect anecdote for the wedding season!
Rebecca has chosen the most luscious, five tiered, wedding cake. The engagement ring that she has selected is celebrity inspired. The wedding singer is on speed dial. He doesn’t usually do Michael Bolton, but as it’s for a first dance he’ll make an exception. Father Maguire is checking dates for the parish church as we speak. The deposit on the white sand honeymoon is paid for in full on Barry’s card. She has fallen for an ivory lace couture gown that is to die for. The down payment may require her to sell a left kidney, but it will be worth it. Isn’t that why you have two?
There’s one teeny tiny problem. It’s nothing, really. No need to panic! It’s just that Barry has yet to propose. Says he’s not ready! He can be a bit of a kill joy that way. It’s time to face the harsh reality – Rebecca is a bride without a groom!