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Breezin’ Through Summer Singin’ in the Rain

Summer Rain

I’m singin’ in the rain,
just singin in the rain.
What a glorious feelin’
I’m happy again.

I’m Singin’ in the Rain, Sung by Debbie Reynolds & Gene Kelly | Written by Harry Warren & Arthur Freed

Summer Rain
Clouds dance in the sky,
like a couple swaying cheek to cheek.

Summer Rain
Clouds fluffy and white,
turn dark and gray
looking like day turning to night.

Summer Rain
Drops falling gently from the trees,
tap, tap, tap on your head with
one landing on your nose.

Summer Rain
Kids play outside,
stomping in puddles,
smelling of sweet summer grass.

Summer Rain teaches us:
Play outside and enjoy the moment.
It’s okay to get wet and to let loose.
Maybe even pause long enough
to grab an umbrella and sing in the rain.

The grass is a luscious green. Between the sprinklers and God’s glistening rains, the grass gets all the water it needs.

– Nadia Crane, Wine & Faith – 19 Days in Napa

This summer,

May the summer rain speak to your soul.
Let the rain lead you outside to sing in the rain.
May each day that rains make you feel happy and light.

Image Credit: “Singing in the rain” by Andy Hay is licensed under CC BY 2.0. 

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Breezin’ Through Summer Under the Hot Summer Sun

Summer Sun

Just lay down in the summer sun
The good vibrations will come (ooh-yeah)

Like Ice in the Sunshine (Big Band) by the Angels

Summer Sun.
Hot August days.
Walkin’ on a boardwalk,
on a hot summer day.
Can you feel the vibrations of bikes wizzin’ by?

Summer Sun.
Hot August days.
Layin’ on a towel,
with hot sand underneath.
Can you feel the vibrations of waves rollin’ in?

Summer Sun.
Hot August days.
Watchin’ the train chuggin’ along,
sweat drippin’ down your back.
Can you feel the vibrations of the train on the tracks?

Summer Sun.
Hot August days.
Makin’ sweet tea,
in the hot summer sun.
Can you hear the vibrations of water bubblin’ away?

Summer Sun reminds us:
To go slow.
To pause.
To stop long enough
to feel and hear the vibrations
we miss when ordinary days are rushin’ by.

“Jill, you have to try the Chardonnay. It’s like sunshine in a glass.”

– Nadia Crane, Wine & Faith – 19 Days in Napa

This summer,

May the summer sun brighten your spirit, warm your soul, and bring you more vibrations with each passin’ day.
May they remind you how we are connected
to everything around us.

Image Credit: “Pink Bike” by SurFeRGiRL30 is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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Breezin’ Through Summer on a Cool Dewy Mornin’

Summer Mornings

Like the first dewfall
on the first grass

Morning has Broken by Cat Stevens

Summer mornings.
Shhhh.
Hear the birds?
They whisper it’s time to wake.

The air is cooler.
The dew is wet.
It’s quiet, first thing,
except for the birds,
who are singing their songs.

Mornings.
The coffee brews.
The mind awakes.
The body follows.

Moving slower.
Easing into the day.
No need to rush.
It’s your special time,
to be alone,
to relax,
to reflect,
to restore your soul.

Summer mornings.
They teach us:
to notice,
to linger,
to let the day come to you.

a kitchenette for slow mornings, a patio for unhurried evenings, and a porch where you can finally… just be.

–Nadia Crane, Sweet Dreams in Sacramento, Blog 8/22/25

This summer,

May your mornings be slow.
May you find a quiet corner to soothe your soul
as you breathe in the fresh dew of a new day.

Image Credit: “DayBreak” by ‘Playingwithbrushes’ is licensed under CC BY 2.0. 

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August Haiku

Silly Flamingos

Shrimp-pink elegance,
Curved and slender in the sun,
Beaks bobbing for fish.

Image Credit: Created by AI with specific instructions by Author

Fun fact: Flamingos are surprisingly lightweight. Their hollow bones keep them at 4-8 pounds, which makes them one of the fastest birds, clocking more than 50 miles per hour. And that vibrant pink color? It comes from their diet of shrimp, algae, and other icky slimy things.

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Breezin’ Through Summer Eatin’ Sweet Summer Pie

Summer Pies

And my, my, my — my key lime pie.
Not too tart, not too sweet.

Key Lime Pie by Kenny Chesney

Summer Pies.
Warm.
Gooey.
Ice cream on top.
Tastes like summer.

There’s something about them.
The aroma.
The decadence.
Dessert perfection.
Tastes like summer.

Peach Pie.
Soft.
Golden.
Like swinging on a porch swing.
Tastes like summer.

Strawberry Pie.
Bright.
Red.
Bold.
Like running the perfect three-legged race.
Tastes like summer.

Blueberry Pie.
Deep.
Purple.
American.
Like July on a pie plate.
Tastes like summer

Key Lime Pie.
Tart.
Sweet.
Tangy.
Like a walk on the beach in Key West.
Tastes like summer.

Summer Pies.
They remind us:
to savor the zing,
the zang,
the sweet,
the tang,
to capture the joys
that keep us breezin’ along.

Peering through the oven door’s glass.
Waiting patiently for the pies and fruit cake to bake.

– Nadia Crane, A Father’s Day Tribute (Blog, 6/15/25)

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Breezin’ Through Summer Pickin’ Peaches

Summer Peaches

I’m movin’ to the country,
I’m gonna eat me a lot of peaches.

Presidents of the United States of America

Summer peaches.
Pickin’ paradise
for a century long.
Year after year,
pie after pie.

Peaches.
Fuzzy.
Round.
Hanging low on branches.

Ready to be picked.
Baskets gathered.
Orchard full and ready.

Peach jam.
Peach cobbler.
Peach pie.
Peach tea.
Georgia. Arkansas.
Peaches everywhere.

Peaches remind us
To slow down.
To be patient for the ripening.
Sweetness comes to all who wait.

Peaches teach us to savor nature.
To gather in the fields and orchards.
To enjoy the here and now.

Rural Arkansas taught me to appreciate fresh fruits and vegetables more than I already had…
at the peach festival in July…

–Nadia Crane, I and Thou: The Veggie Box, (Blog 11/15/22)

Image Credit: “Peach tree” by Ruth and Dave is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

This summer,

May every peach you pick remind you to slow down
and wait for the harvest.
Sometimes the sweetness is worth the wait.


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Breezin’ Through Summer Munchin’ on Strawberries

Summer Strawberries

Green on the vine,
like strawberry wine.

Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter

Summer strawberries.
Cute.
Sweet.
Bright.
Like a taste of heaven.

Lucious fruit.
In a crystal glass bowl.
Some are large,
and some are small.

Take a wiff.
That fresh strawberry smell.
Takes you to a happy place.

Strawberries remind us:
To be silly.
To be bright.
To be playful.

Strawberries teach us to savor.
To pause.
To let the sweetness linger a little longer.
To notice the small delights that come from nature.
Just for us.

Life is like a bowl of Strawberries.

Nadia Crane, Berry Grateful – Part 1 (Blog 11/14/24)

This summer,

May every sweet bite lead your heart toward gratitude for the simple joys in life.

“Strawberries” by michaeljohnbutton is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

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Breezin Through a Summer Picnic

Summer Picnics

Like picnics look on a Sunday
Love looks so well on you

Love Looks So Well on You by Frank Sinatra

Summer picnics.
A blanket.
A tablecloth.
A wicker basket.
A warm summer breeze.
So simple, we forget.

Picnics come in all shapes and sizes —
each one is as unique as the next.
A garden party.
A barbecue.
A clambake.
A wiener roast.
Or simply a picnic in a backyard.

Picnics are get-togethers.
Shared by lovers, families, and communities.
They slow us down.
To take a breath.
To be together.
To enjoy time out in the summer sun.

Some families come together each year for a family reunion while others celebrate a holiday unique to them. Some host Hawaiian Luaus, Memorial Day picnics, and others watch fireworks and picnic on the 4th of July.

Nadia Crane, I and Thou: Traditions (Blog 12/13/21)

Picnics remind us of simple joys —
where the gathering is more important than the menu.
It’s a place to be yourself.
To settle down.
To find where you belong.

This summer,

May every picnic — big or small —
remind your heart what matters most of all:
time with the people who matter most.

“a feudal picnic basket” by langalex is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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Breezin’ Through Summer Ridin’ a Scooter

Summer Scooters

I got my scooter, got my helmet on
I’m gonna ride it until the day is gone

Scooter by Claudia Robin Gunn with Dean Jones

Scooters.
A child’s twinkle.
A companion.
A mode of transportation.

Scooters.
To a child, it’s a passport of sorts.
A rite of passage.
A taste of freedom.

Scooters.
Helmet on.
Children playing.
Scraped knees.

Scooters.
Side by side.
Mom on rollerblades.
Fun on a summer day.

Scooters.
Humming.
Zig-zagging.
The sound of kerplunk, kerplunk,
over the jagged sidewalks.

Scooters.
They teach us to play.
Play outside.
Play with your kids.
Play in the day.
Into the night.

The opening scene plays.
Anne Hathaway slides down a pole, grabs her lunch,
and scooters to high school.

– Nadia Crane, Wine & Faith – 19 Days in Napa

This summer,

May you take the time to play outside like you did when you were a kid. May you close your eyes and imagine the wind and smile on your face as you feel that whoosh of being on a scooter.

Image Credit: “scootering in a dress”
by woodleywonderworks is licensed
under CC BY 2.0. 

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Breezin’ Through Summer Holdin’ a Popsicle

Summer Popsicles

Orange, lemon, cherry, and lime
Fudge, tutti frutti, and a grape that’s fine.

Popsicle by Jan & Dean

Popsicles.
Bells in the distance.
Ring, ding, Ring, Ding-
quick, come, the ice cream truck!

Popsicles.
Creamsicles.
Fudgesicles.
And ice cream bars, too.

Popsicles.
Wooden handles.
Dripping down arms,
melting fast.

Popsicles.
Stacked in the freezer,
in ice cube trays,
waiting for a hot summer day.

Popsicles.
Sticky smiles.
Colored tongues.
Coolness that refreshes.

Popsicles.
Beet pops.
Corn pops.
A mystery pop, too-
all for a Science Fair a long time ago.

Popsicles remind us:
to stop,
to take a moment,
to cool and refresh,
to return to our childhoods,
where summer memories wait for a taste.

Sipping reminds me of savoring.
Savoring a piece of pie or the last spoonful of ice cream.
Sipping is slow. It is a way of saying, slow down!

–Nadia Crane, I and Thou: Summertime Part 2, Blog 6/25/21

This summer,

May you feel excited as a child waiting for the ice cream truck.
And may a special summer taste linger just long enough to remind you that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

Image Credit:
“Organic Watermelon Popsicles” by Growing a Green Family is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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