It's official...I hate summer.

When I was a kid I longed for Summer to come, taking me away from the drudgery of home. Off to camps, retreats, sleepovers and the ever important Clinton Pool to cool off. I vaguely remember burning my poor little footsies on the concrete, running from the locker room to the pool. I would spend hours upon hours in the pool, dreading going home to nurse my sunburn later that evening.

Now, as an adult, I find myself ducking for cover every chance I get. I run errands before 11 a.m. so it isn't so damned hot. My car becomes the perfect temperature to cook a pizza and you can actually smell the parking lots and roads melting. I water my flowers only very early in the morning and very late at night. After all, you know it's hot when the sun has been down for over 3 hours and the temperature is still hovering at 90 degrees!

Maybe the point of all this griping is to remind me that I am cursing something I once loved so much---summer. I've decided to reclaim my youth and drag the family to the pool. I guess we'll see if it's all I cracked it up to be so many years ago.

Here's my thought for the blog:

Without knowing summer, one can never know the true joys of winter! :0