“I'm going to the beach in just a pair of panties and a dress.” Also good morning. That’s what my daughter (just 6) said to the taxi driver who came to pick me up at 07:30 in the morning.

He didn't get it right away, but I did of course. Next to rocket ice creams (or actually any kind of ice cream) is the street going up in a slip and dress is the pinnacle of summer for my daughter. And we also have our moments when we know; he is there. And that has nothing to do with a date.

When your house smells like summer

Claudia de Breij said it here last year. “I think it’s going to happen this weekend; that my house smells like summer.” And damn, she is right. Suddenly winter is gone and your house even smells like warmth. Can I order that somewhere in a bottle?

That you see your neighbors again after a half year I live in a beautiful late

nineteenth-century courtyard where the houses are built in a circle around a small park. You have an incredibly good overview of the neighbors, but suddenly there’s the moment when everyone wakes up from their winter sleep and we all sit in the front yard with bottles of wine. That you only wear espadrilles and sandals.

Suddenly it’s too warm for heels and that fuss that comes with

10 centimeters towards the sky is no longer part of summer. You want to be able to stroll casually and even make an unexpected hop. That you pick a lemon from a tree.

, you do have to get on a plane for this, but it is the pinnacle of summer. Such a small, Spanish tree that leans under the weight of ripe, unspoiled, and unmanipulated lemons. And it smells, oh how it smells. I’d like that in perfume form too.

Oké, That Feu de Bois is exchanged for the.

Figuier Candles are always nice, but summer does call for a different scent. For me, Diptyque is always a favorite, but while I enjoy a

crackling fire in scent form in winter, I wish for the perfume of ripe figs in summer. Another tip is Flagrant Delice by By Terry . When I smell that, I’m in a sniff (of the perfume, of course) in Southern Italy.. That you always go to bed too late.

Evenings last longer, kids go to bed late as standard, and yet you wake up before the alarm. In summer, six hours of sleep is simply more than enough.

That you start mixing drinks.

White wine suddenly seems incredibly boring. We want strawberry daiquiris, Long Island Ice Teas (life-threatening), and the good old

gin tonics . Cheers to summer!. “I'm going to the beach in just a pair of panties and a dress.” Also good morning. That’s what my daughter (just 6) said to the…