This weekend, I saw many, many signs that summer is here. Roadside day lilies and Queen Anne’s lace. The corn is almost knee-high. Turkey Run is open for canoe trips. And when we stopped in to say hi and ‘bye to Dave and LuAnn at the bait shop, a little girl and her daddy were leaving with a bucket of shiners and a box of sparklers.
Now, if you’ve been down to our lake house, you know that we use and re-use and re-re-use Solo cups all year long, until they crack almost in half in your hand. We keep a few Sharpies in the junk drawer, so you can write your name on your cup. And it is okay to use a pre-named cup, as long as you keep track. This weekend, it was kinda strange to look in the “picnic” cabinet and not see a single Solo cup. Thank goodness, we have a stash of emergency necessities in the laundry room (bottled water, toilet paper, batteries, NOAA radio, and Solo cups). Done! Stack of shiny new red Solo cups, ready to serve!
Turns out that summer doesn’t begin with the Solstice. It begins with the Solo!
ginnygram 
Well as Toby Keith sings “Red Solo Cup I fill you up let’s have a party, let’s have a party” Now I really love how you’re easy to stack
But I really hate how you’re easy to crack