Summer has quite a few lovable features. What’s not to like about long days, bright sunshine, and colorful flowers? Sitting in the yard as the sun sets and the fireflies come out, is unique to summertime. There is no need for extra layers of clothes when you go outside. Even the thunderstorms are more alive and vibrant this time of year. Yes, it’s all lovely, but summer is my least favorite season.
I enjoy the changes from one season to the next. I live where we get all of them and I do like them each in their turn. Summer, however, wears me out faster than the rest. By mid-August whatever charm summer holds is gone as the humidity closes in. The weight of the air makes even wide open spaces seem crowded and a simple stroll feels like work. Yes, watermelon is refreshing and fresh peaches can’t be beat. There is nothing quite like meat cooked over hot coals served with a fresh salad you picked that day from the garden. Yes, it’s all lovely and it all tastes better if eaten indoors in the air conditioning.
Summer seems to be everyone else’s favorite. I’m the odd one out. I’m okay with that. I love autumn. I love socks. I love soup and having to wear a sweater. I love cool breezes coming in through the windows I can finally open because it’s not blistering hot and sticky outside. Yes, give me a crisp, autumn day where I can bake bread without overheating myself and I will take that over any summer day out there.