Just a little note…
“Excuse me. Are you on your own? I just had to come and talk to you. Hotness is my weakness. Is it just me or is this place really heating up?”
Summer wasn’t impress, probably heard all these pick-up lines before.
I needed to up my game.
“Summer, how was heaven when you left it?”
“Summer, may I follow you home, as my parents always told me to follow my dreams.”
“Summer, did you just fart? ‘Cause you blew me away.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forward, but you look kinda pale. I heard the doctor said you need a bit more Vitamin Me.”
I know I seem desperate, but I have a confession to make. I love Summer. I absolutely L-O-V-E Summer. To death. She’s my favourite season and I might even be considered a serial stalker. Of Summer. And who can blame me? Summer is just awesome.
It’s the way the longer days drag by, allowing you to do absolutely nothing, with heaps of time to do it perfectly. Summer makes you slow down, giving you an opportunity to go nowhere slowly. It’s all about sitting, laying, reading, idling, sleeping, lounging, resting, spooning, napping, tanning and a bit of walking once the cooler or ice-bucket needs a re-fill. (If the kids have removed themselves from an acceptable shouting distance, that is.)
Summer is beautiful.
It has these amazing clear, cobalt blue skies that stretches from horizon to horizon with shadows playing hide and seek as our yellow star laughs its way across the sky from East to West. The wonderous changing screensaver of luminous thunder clouds rolling in, soaking the earth with life-giving water and providing earthlings with a spectacular show of light and noise. Leaving behind the brisk coolness and revitalising petrichor that lingers and makes the Gringe sigh.
Summer has never-ending fields of Irish green grass that stretches across mountain and valley and savannah, scattered with a million dabs of brightly coloured flowers waving their picturesque splendour at anyone with an eye. Or two. Releasing a blend of fragrances from lavender and jasmine to rose and lily. And then when those lawns are cut, the distress call of the plants releases chemicals that makes you want to lie down in it and make invisible grass angels.
It’s the roaring of the turquoise, clear, expansive ocean when it chases wave after wave after wave of white horses onto unspoiled beaches, where coconut suntan lotion attack your nostrils, mixed with aromas of strawberry and apple smoothies. And vanilla ice-cream. And cigarette smoke.
It’s the sounds of boisterous kids splashing in the pool. And then the sound of annoyed parents having to refill it. It’s the roar of laughter from friends that increases in volume as more empty wine bottles take up space on the table. Not to forget the mouth-watering flavour of meat grilling over an open fire at nine in the evening. Because that’s when we braai.
Summer has her quiet moments too. The silence on the highways as fewer cars have to commute people to work or school. The hummed noise of parents wrapping gifts, hiding it under the Christmas tree. And the intoxicating beauty of flashing LED lights and big red and golden balls dangling from the tree, leaving most humans speechless.
God, I love it…
Summer brings excitement to my life. I cannot live without Summer. Summer makes me feel alive. Summer does many things to me. Summer makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. Summer stirs feelings.
Feelings of anticipation for my annual vacation. Feelings of relief for a difficult year, that is now history. Feelings of celebration. Feelings of nostalgia. Feelings of joy. Feelings of excitement. Feelings of happiness.
I’m infatuated with Summer and ecstatic that she agreed to stay awhile. I’ll try not be cheesy. I’ll try not be sunburnt. I’ll try not to wear a vest and flip-flops to the mall. I’ll even try to blog a little less. I promise to spend quality time with my great family. I promise to have fun. I promise to enjoy every moment of what Summer is going to be dishing out this year.
Because for all those wonderful people who’s been living under a rock made of blankets… SUMMER IS HERE!!!
“So Summer, I think there’s something wrong with my phone. It doesn’t have your number on it.”