Remember how completely uncomplicated it seemed and how incredibly consuming it could be? We all have those loves we clung to when we should have let them go. Or, perhaps we let them go when we should have held on to them. If we’re lucky…we’re given a second chance to recognize that kind of love as being worthy of nurturing, even if we must revive it in order to do so…this is one of those loves……
Four came into port that year; blue, white, red and black. The original bill of sale; $2,300.00. The white one was acquired for my husband this summer, the guy with the "Volvo love" who claims; he’ll never own anything but a Volvo...and... has occupied much of my personal time....Seems to be contagious.....
In beautiful condition, though needing tender loving care, as most anything approaching fifty does. Fortunately, unconditional love doesn’t expect perfection. With the exception of its paint, and three gages which were common to add, she is totally original
and pleasingly road worthy.
When she came home.

Twelve hours later....and......

I’ve come to the conclusion; dirt must be some sort of wonderful preservative!

One week later...


So...whether your summer love has a heartbeat
or just makes yours beat a little faster, whether you revive an old one
or find a new one, here’s wishing you
all your own kind of summer love, whatever and wherever it may be…..

1963 Volvo 544 Sport
Kindest everyone,
Emily