|not my picture, but it's in my garden.|
Today I got it.
I got why people like summer. I've always been a complainer; a hater of the heat, detester of the humidity. But there I was just now, in my back yard, shaded by the linden and the maple trees, with a breeze blowing across the neighbouring yards. The kids were in the "hundred dollar pool" as they used to call it, and a few of the neighbourhood kids were in there too.
Some of them were swimming and some were jumping on the trampoline. The shade kept us safe from the staggering heat and made it pleasantly warm. My flowers are opening. The rose of sharon is raucous with buds. The lilies are open, and heady with mysterious tropical scent. The blanket flowers, cone flowers and dianthus are in full bloom. I can't wait to see what the tall flox will be like. The grass has gone dormant because it hasn't rained in weeks.
Sun, sun, everywhere.
It is the most relaxing day of sitting around in bathing suits, and enjoying late dinners. Lazy and without obligation. And I'm lucky to be here. Lucky to be above ground, feeling this breeze, surrounded by people I love, with friends and family.
Some days, summer's not so bad after all.