If you’ve hung around here for very long, you know that I love, love, LOVE summer. And even more than I adore summer, I detest winter almost as much as pleated pants and the liver and onions my parents made me eat when I was a kid.
It’s the static electricity shocks; the dry, cracked, itchy skin; the bundling up of the children in coats and hats and mittens; the waking up in the dark; the eating dinner in the dark; the overcast skies for days on end; the getting out of the shower in the cold bathroom; the getting into a cold car; the getting out of bed in the cold bedroom; the list goes on. But no one likes a complainer. Or so my mom always told me.
Ironically I find myself saying the same thing to my 5-year-old daughter. Evidently she inherited my Eeyore complex.
Yesterday was lovely. The temps hit the low 80s and the kids played outside all afternoon. Today looks like a repeat performance. I know I should enjoy it while it lasts but it’s hard not to focus on what’s to come. (See paragraph #2.)
Of course, before we get to the drudgery of winter, there is a lot to look forward to. I’m going to have to hire a secretary to keep track of my calendar if it gets any busier.
But I already miss the lazy days of summer — the heat of the sun, the afternoons spent by the pool, flip-flops and tank tops, warm summer nights hanging out by the street while the kids run and play, the aroma of fresh meat sizzling on the grill…
What will you miss most about summer?