Those who only pay attention to my whining will tell you I don’t like Summer. Nay nay says I. I don’t like crazy hot and humid weather, I don’t like “air you can wear” type weather, I don’t like two-three time a day showers (although in my next house I’m going to have a large pool and an outdoor shower so I won’t care what the weather is like.
Winter in New England lasts approximately 600 days while Spring and Fall each last about 10 days– somehow despite the math logistics (and I did once lecture at MIT) we still manage to have about 120 days of Summer. Most of Summer in New England is actually beautiful– warm but breezy– this year it’s been mostly nice with quite a bit of short length heat waves. We haven’t had much rain and there’s only been one or two real thunderstorms — my favorite part of Summer is a really intense Thunderstorm– I mean the type where the sky goes black and anything not nailed down is hurled away usually followed by a crochety old lady on a bike.
They’re saying we are going to have a very warm Fall– I don’t know who “they” are but that’s been the headlines. I’m not sure why it makes me sad but not having the kid run by with basketballs on their way to the park all day long make me sad. I also see them on their death march every weekday as they get off the school bus and walk up our giant hill. I feel your pain little ones. I still remember the fear of seeing the calendar pass through August but drag through September.
As the poet Dave Matthews once said; “Summer always ends too soon.”
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