The grey clouds are burning off above the steamy ground. The threat of summer is everywhere, though the drought that has marked the beginning of the past several summers was scattered by thunderstorms, blown away this year before it could get a foothold. In its place is a carpet of green that you typically only see in friendlier climes where pretty green plants are indigenous in the summer. These might tempt you to hope it is still spring, but do not be fooled. Already summer is here. Already the kids are still in bed, leaving the morning for the suckers with jobs. Already the thermostat charges $100 per degree Fahrenheit. Already my youngest is at camp, having the deep, full fun that children have so well, celebrating the abundance of no expectations, the dearth of something to accomplish.
Are you ready for the summer? Are you ready for the good times?
I hibernate in the summer, though you can't tell from the outside. Wake me in the fall. I'll be in the freezer.
Hello, friends. Is it summer where you live? Do you like it?
Later. Love.
