As summer moves into its unofficial final month, the thrill of carefree days and a less structured schedule can start to wear a bit thin when the outdoor thermometer promises a long stretch of hot days ahead.
To be honest, I’ve never been a fan of hot Texas summers. My family moved every few years while I was growing up, but the one constant in our lives was a modest, gray shingled house with white trim and forest-green wood shutters, perched on a hillside overlooking Old Silver Beach on Cape Cod. The summer weather was moderate there, and my three sisters and I spent nearly every sunny, mild summer day on the beach with our mom. When it rained, we shopped in the nearby quaint town of Falmouth, or stopped by the Cape Cod Candle Shop to sniff each candle and select a week’s supply of striped candy sticks.