the spring of summer
the spring of summer
Summer came early. It wasn't supposed to arrive for another two months or so, but there it was yesterday, dropping in like an unwanted relative. I like everything the summer brings with it, but I just wish it came with less stifling baggage. I wonder if it's here to stay, or if it's just dropping in with a preview of what it's going to make us suffer through later on when it packs humidity for it's stay.
So even though it was only April 16, we did summer things yesterday. We waited for the ice cream man and wore shorts and let the grass tickle our bare feet. We took out the Supersoakers and chased and ambushed each other until our clothes were dripping. We sat outside when dark came, looking at stars and inhaling the fresh, warm air. No jackets, no sweaters, just us laying back on the soft grass and staring into space.
There are negative connotations to this early heat. I think about global warming, about mad scientists messing with the natural weather cycle of the earth. I think about drought and brush fires. I think about the many bad hair days that lie ahead, when the humidity makes everything that has any life to it droop like death approaches. The dueling ice-cream men who circle the block like vultures, sweaty children with limp, folded dollar bills their prey.
I'll take all that because of the trade-offs. The beach at night. The end of school. Little League season and Yankee games. Hockey playoffs. Lazy nights. Driving with all the windows down and obnoxiously loud music making my rear-view mirror shake. Summer rainstorms with thunder and lightning and instant downpours. Walking to the Italian Ice stand. Barbecues. The sound of kids in the pool.
I have to keep reminding myself that it's only April. That even though it's 5 in the morning and 65 degrees, it's not summer yet. We could still get a late spring snowstorm, the way the weather has been working lately. I'm not putting the jackets away just yet. The sweatshirts are still sitting in the drawers. This crazy, uninvited visit by summer is not going to fool me into thinking that we can take the cover off the pool or drag the bathing suits out of storage.
It's sure nice to live out of season for a few days, though. Water gun fight, anyone?