After a long, dreary winter and a non-existent spring,
summer's official arrival in these parts at 5 o'clock yesterday afternoon was greatly anticipated.
My hair received chunky blonde highlights. New frilly, girly
tops hang in the closet, waiting to be worn for the first time. A bottle of Neet stands at the ready.
Green winter slime was scrubbed from the patio table. The table
umbrella erected. The planter boxes filled with begonias, pansies, and
petunias.
I am so ready for summer this year!
I am ready to break free from my computer for a day to wheel
around the seawall. I am ready to sit at a sidewalk café, sipping an iced cappuccino.
I am ready to spend a lazy summer afternoon, reading a steamy romance novel
(or, probably more likely, rereading ProBlogger:
Secrets for Blogging Your Way to a Six-Figure Income) on my deck. I am ready
to sit outside on a clear summer evening, counting the stars.
Yes, I am ready for summer!
So, what am I waiting for?
For summer to actually arrive! I am waiting for the clear
blue sky, the sun, the warmth. You know, summer!
An Australian friend was here a couple of weeks ago and she
nearly froze! Our Vancouver almost-summer
weather was colder and wetter than her almost-winter
weather.
I'm not asking for endless days of extreme heat. I melt on
those days! I'd be quite content with several pleasantly warm days in a row.
Summer, I am ready to celebrate you whenever you do arrive.
I merely ask that it be before autumn arrives again, please.
