I feel like I’m coming out of hibernation. Like I’ve been waiting since last September, just biding my time until the return of summer. There’s nothing like it — the warmth, the breeze through the open windows, the sound of the birds, waking up to full sunlight at 6am, the sound of kids playing outside, the itch of a fresh sunburn…
Okay, so not EVERY thing about summer is idyllic. I spent way too much time in the sun at the park yesterday wearing a tank top, and now I’m paying for it. Note to self: Self tanner does not equal base tan. I knew this, but it’s funny how your mind plays tricks on you. Or at least my mind’s a jokester. I don’t know about yours.
So back to my love affair with summer. I know what you’re thinking. It will get old. In just a few weeks I’ll be complaining about the heat. That come September I’ll be begging fall to get here.
Nope. You’re WRONG. I lament the end of summer every year, and every year I dread winter more and more. I have no idea why. It’s not like I don’t enjoy the changes of the seasons and all the holiday festivities that come along with cold weather. But still, all the while I’m waiting for the return of summer. I have been so happy lately. I am more content and less crabby with the kids. I really do think my change of mood is due in large part to the weather.
Its FINALLY warming up here in PA. It’s been a cold spring, but I’m expecting this warm snap to stick. It BETTER, that’s all I know. I am so totally and thoroughly DONE with winter.
Good-bye, winter. Good-bye dry skin and winter coats and gloves and hats and scarves and mittens. Good-bye static electricity and cloudy skies and frigid temperatures and achy joints. Don’t hurry back.