“And it was summer — warm, beautiful summer.”
— Hans Christian Andersen
I love this season. Â And it’s so nice that the official beginning of summer has coincided with a lovely heat wave here in the Bay Area. Â If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know all about how last summer was the coldest one in forty years: a windy and foggy, flannel-pajama-wearing, “this-is-not-why-people-live-in-earthquake-country” kind of summer. Â It totally stank, and I am hoping this summer will be warmer, not least because I don’t want you to have to endure two months of bloggy bellyaching about the weather.
So far, though, so good. Â It was 84 degrees in my house last night, and while that isn’t exactly enjoyable, it does mean that the out-of-doors temperature was just about perfect. Â I love it when you can sit out on a summer evening in shirt sleeves and be comfortable.
What else do I love about summertime? Â Well, here’s a partial list:
* The boys playing in the wading pool. Â They tromp and stomp in the water as if they are crushing grapes. Â Matthew loves to reel in plastic fish for dinner — or, as Luke would say, “Shish.”
*Roses. Â Okay, these beauties aren’t mine; they are from a local park. Â But they still make me giddy with delight.
* Popsicles. Â And smores. Â And summer fruit. Â And iced tea.
* That feeling of waking up in the morning in a nice cool bedroom, the fan turning lazily above you and the sunlight already lighting up the sky Â outside your window: lovely.
* Summer reading. Â Yum.
* The lawn furniture we bought last summer. Â It’s like having a couch in the backyard.
But enough about me!Â What do YOU love about summer?