“In the good old summertime…”
“Summertime and the livin’ is easy…”
“It’s summertime, summertime, sum, sum, summertime…”
Many songs have been written about this season. Some (like
the ones above) remind me of bygone days. Days without air conditioning. Lazy
days when we’d get our chores done in the cool (relatively cool) mornings. Then
we’d do whatever we wanted. I’d grab an old quilt, find a shady spot (usually the
north side of the house) and read. I devoured my mom’s books—Anne of Green Gables, Pollyanna, and Nancy Drew. If Mom wasn’t
too busy, we’d go to the library where I’d load up on more books.
Hot summers are not my favorite. They mean staying indoors
or running from the house to the car to the store and back. I’m not a beach
person who lies in the sun encouraging cancer. I used to, though, in my teens
and twenties when I was too stupid to know better. Now I’d rather watch the
waves on a winter day. The only thing that makes Arizona appealing is our
newest grandchild. Okay, her parents, too. LOL
Here in Michigan, we are having an extraordinary summer. I
think we’ve only had the AC on three times for short periods. As I write this,
it’s 67° F in the middle of the
afternoon
and a great breeze is blowing through the house. I love this. Beachgoers are
not happy. Rain storms come during the night and the days are mostly sunny. Where I live close to Lake Michigan, tornadoes have missed us, thank goodness, although one touched down several miles away. We've even had two earthquakes this summer. Yes, earthquakes in Michigan. Not close enough for us to feel but still . . . Very unusual.
Now
67 is a bit cool. I think Hubs just reached for a sweater. LOL My favorite summer day is 75°,
sunny, with a nice breeze. I can work in my garden or sit in the shade and read
a book. Things don’t change much, do they?
When
Diane Burton isn’t blogging here on the 8th and 30th of each month or on her
own site http://dianeburton.blogspot.com/
on Mondays, she’s writing romantic adventure stories that take place on Earth
and beyond.
