Who’s tired of summer? Do you see me raising my hand? I read in the paper that this summer in Va. Was the hottest on record—even hotter than the previous record of the 1930’s dust bowl. We sweltered in our homes with no electricity after the effects of a derecho. (What, you’ve never heard of a derecho? Mr. Webster didn’t either)
I know all of your beach lovers are having a blast, but who can spend the entire summer at the beach? Most of us have to trudge through the thick, humid days without so much as a wisp of a sea breeze while we slather on the aloe Vera for our sunburns.
On a personal level, summer has not been fun for me. I had an operation on my hand the beginning of June, and then spent 3 weeks in July with the worst cold I’ve had in years. And I’m still not 100%. There goes my mother’s theory about catching a cold from getting a chill.
I admit it. I am not really a fan of summer. I much prefer the cool and sometimes brisk nights in autumn. The leaves start to turn orange, reds, yellow and burgundy. Football is in full swing. Kids are back in school and holidays are looming. Come on down Mr. Autumn…I’m waiting with baited breath.