I’m a native-born Florida girl. Deep roots here and I’m not leaving. But I hate the hot, humid, swampy, sweltering, bug-filled summers. I’ve never gotten used to them. But, having said that, I refuse to waste an ounce of energy wishing them away. Doesn’t make things one degree cooler. In fact, I think it makes me hotter.
So I play mind games with myself. Instead of thinking of summer as six interminable months of heat, I tell myself I only have to get to August — I can get through June and July — and then I’m on the downhill slope. Cruising to October, with it’s promise of the occasional less-than-90-degree-day.
And I came up with a list of all the things I love about summer.
I love crackling, howling thunderstorms when I’m snug and dry inside my house.
I love to play Gershwin’s “Summer time and the Livin’ is Easy.”
I love all the fresh summer produce.
I love eating ice cream on my screened porch with two fans going.
I love that the snow birds have gone home.
I love swimming outdoors.
I love long afternoons with a good book and nowhere to be but right where I am.
I love almost-frozen, bright pink watermelon.
I love getting caught up on all my inside stuff when it’s too hot to go out.
I love having a tan.
I love working up a good sweat on an early morning jog, and then slurping up an icy cold drink.
I love how green the grass is and how pretty my flowers look.
So, folks, here’s to a summer full of as many good things as we can pack into it! Bring it on, and don’t forget to use sunscreen!