Every year about this time I hear a familiar lament; a harbinger of doom. All it takes is a few drizzly days at the tail end of weeks on end of hot sunshiny weather. The Ned Starks of the neighbourhood close their doors against the cool night breeze and whisper, “Winter is coming.”
Oh, good lord – really? Already? Yes, I know – the monsoons will be here, sure as gray hair and wrinkles, but let’s not rush them. There are plenty of warm sunny days still to come. They might even be hot enough to complain about!
I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear the “W” word and go sniff the sunscreen lotion. Maybe we’ll have a BBQ in the rain – just to keep the smells of summer in the air.
How do you keep a hold on summer?