Today’s the first day of summer, with ninety-two days to go.
Summer isn’t my favorite season. I’m just as likely to feel cooped up in summer
months as I am in winter. I’m glad there are four seasons, I just feel two of
them last a lot longer than necessary. There’s no sense in wishing summer away;
like it or not, it’ll be gone in no time. With that in mind, there are things
about summertime I do enjoy. Water tops the list: lakes, streams, ponds, beaches,
pools and waterparks – even sprinklers and hoses. Ice cream’s also a big deal, homemade
or not. I don’t like it when neighbors set off fireworks, but I enjoy professional
pyrotechnics. I love picnics under shady trees and tall glasses of fresh
lemonade. I adore starry nights and roasting s’mores around a campfire. I mean
to make sure these happen frequently in the next ninety-two days.
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