I was very blessed to grow up in a very tiny town in the heartland of America. This Summertime Dream was my childhood, and now, city woman that I am, everytime I stand on a dirt road, hearing a fly buzzin', or listening to the bees in the alfalfa, or swim in a pond, I am a child again, and life is light and easy. Lightfoot's song, Summertime Dream, takes me back to what was really an easier, softer time...a time where the only real fears I had were of "twisters" in the spring, and a "whuppin'" if I was naughty. I roamed the countryside, without any thought of harm, and grew up in the Summertime Dream.

I was very blessed to grow up in a very tiny town in the heartland of America. This Summertime Dream was my childhood, and now, city woman that I am, everytime I stand on a dirt road, hearing a fly buzzin', or listening to the bees in the alfalfa, or swim in a pond, I am a child again, and life is light and easy. Lightfoot's song, Summertime Dream, takes me back to what was really an easier, softer time...a time where the only real fears I had were of "twisters" in the spring, and a "whuppin'" if I was naughty. I roamed the countryside, without any thought of harm, and grew up in the Summertime Dream.

Sounds like our wee Gordy in Orillia up by Marchmont, fishing off the bridge, looking at the pussywillows and cat-tails, dreaming of a life in the big city as a singer/songwriter. That boy sure made a dream come true. For all of us.
Char

Sounds like our wee Gordy in Orillia up by Marchmont, fishing off the bridge, looking at the pussywillows and cat-tails, dreaming of a life in the big city as a singer/songwriter. That boy sure made a dream come true. For all of us.
Char