You're going too fast, Mrs. Summer.
I know, I know. It's been a hot summer at times. The storms, fires, and weather, in period, have been disrupted and at times, rugged and hard.
But I still insist, summer's going too fast. It's August! School has already edged it's way into our last bit of summer. Vacations are mostly over, although being empty-nesters, we can travel whenever we want. We're now staring Autumn, THEN winter in the face. And it's not my favorite season, so...
You're going too fast, Mrs. Summer.
I love our summer hikes and cave tours. The picnics and 4th of July fireworks. The beach and golf cart rides at night at the resort. Camping and travel. Discovering new places we love. The warmth. The cook outs. Smores. Roasted hotdogs. Corn on the cob. Fresh greenbeans. Occasional canning. And more.
So...slow down, Summer.
You're going way too fast!
1 comment:
In summer, in Houston, walking outside after 7 a.m. is a walk in a smelly sauna. Fall and spring are my favorite times, even though most of the country would call our winters an extension of fall. The pseudo coolness of fall, winter, and spring are my favorites.
Of course, we're retired, too, and can do what we want, when we want.
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