Portland had a hot hot heatwave last week. Temps soared up into the 90s. We who do not get hot hot heatwaves in the first of June were roasting. The majority of us don't have AC. Oh we think about it when we get a few days of hot hot hot into the 100s days, but by the time it is over we talk ourselves out of the installation. I mean, who needs the expense for three or four days a year? And we live like that until the next year and wish we had gone ahead and installed AC.
So here we are, hot hot in the 90s for almost a week. In the first week of June! Thank goodness it is back down into the 60s and rainy/sunny/overcast/sunny/chilly/rainy again. You know, like it's suppose to be :)
I have to admit I love summer. I love the smell of summer, the long hot days, sunshine. I love the freedom summer brings. I love that the days stay around long enough to allow adventures to happen. Even if they don't happen, the potential is there.
Summer is simple like daisies. Simple yet full of glory.
Summer means games played with the rules changing after dark. Swinging high enough to touch your toes to the tree leaves. Green and yellow and flowers laughing in the sun. Friends and family spontaneously visiting, staying for hot dogs. Laughter until it is too dark to see one another. Swimming and camping and just being.
Fall is nature grieving the loss of
summer. Winter is just there...waiting for summer to arrive again. And spring
is hopeful, celebrating summer's soon arrival.
And then there it is! Summer again with it's sunshine and laughter and summerness.
And so it goes