Summertime and the Livin’ is Easy by Janet Jones

“Summertime and the livin’ is easy, Fish are jumpin’, and the cotton is high. Oh yo’ daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’, So hush, little baby, don’ yo’ cry.” Like the lullaby from Gershwin’s Porgy and Bess, the word “summertime” holds so much joy for me. The cold, bare gloom of winter gives way to balmy sunshine and lush grasses and greenery. To me, it’s the cracking sound of a tennis ball hitting the racket strings, the whirr