I've been hearing a lot of people talk over the past few weeks about how much they hate summer.
I'm sorry, I just can't join in that chorus.
Maybe it's the farm boy in me, but summer means abundant sunshine and growing season and nature in its full glory: trees and plants and crops and calves and colts and kittens and piglets and puppies.
It means blossoming gardens and vibrant lawns and warm nights and showers that can seem to wash the day clean and make everything fresh. It means ice cream sounds right almost every night and fresh corn on the cob can call my name countlessly. It means barbecues and baseball and easy banter into the evening.
Sure, it also means heat waves and hail storms and maybe even a few tornadoes - but every season has its thorns.
We couldn't live without summer - both literally and figuratively. So count me not with summer's boo-birds.
I'll be over in the Halleluiah Chorus instead.
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