Summer afternoon — summer afternoon;
to me those have always been
the two most beautiful words
in the English language.
[Henry James]

I love summer. What you see in the photo is a summer-winter romance. Instead of a younger man, I traded for a summer car. I haven’t figured out what I’ll do when there is a foot of snow in my driveway but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Meanwhile, I wish I could give you a ride with the top down in this breezy, blue and green world. This is a Saturn Sky and it is only by chance that it matches my outfit. I may be a bit flaky, but I’m not that extreme.

I posted that in 2008—five years ago. I still love my little car and have driven it summer and winter, in snow or sunshine, far and near. Its best feature? It makes me grin. It also makes other folks grin when they see me in it with my white hair and 70-year old face.

This was the last model Saturn built before GM discontinued the product line. Recently someone told me I should put it in a garage unused in order to preserve it since it might be a classic some day. I don’t think so. I’d rather drive and grin, and then let someone else preserve it after I’m gone. After all, they can honestly say it was owned by a little old lady who only got two speeding tickets (so far). Grin.