I love summer. I look for it in the newly budding trees of spring I morn it as the trees gasp for their last hold turning shades of yellow, red, and orange . I don’t find the beauty of it , the leaves are dying. I count the days of winter knowing spring is coming and then summer. Yes glorious summer
I will admit that I love boots so I do wait for fall for that one and only thing. I hate the thought of pulling on sweaters, hats, and running to and from the warmth of the house and car. I hate that humidity is changed to wind chill. I despise when i forget to fill the pellet stove and wake up to a cold house. Yep I can not understand the thought pattern behind those who love the snow and cold.
So here we are September 12th, summer has just over a week to keep me relaxed, warm, and allow me to laze about in the sun. The leaves have already started to fall and turn colors. I am counting down this summer and counting the days to next summer.