My favorite season, without a doubt is summer. I love the heat. The freedom of time. The opportunity to dig into a subject and really study it. THE BEACH. Barbecuing. S'mores. Reading outside on my hammock or chaise lounge. Bike rides. Hikes. Exploring new neighborhoods. You get the picture.
Spring comes in a close second because spring ushers in summer. Spring hints at the delights that await us. Flowers start to bloom. It's warm enough to walk into town for coffee. Browse a neighborhood's shops. Grade papers on the deck. It's a close second to summer.
I live in the Chicago-area. Our weather is erratic. We can have a 70 degree day and then, two days later, be back to brrrrr. Today - possibly snow. By Monday - back in the 60s. This season - the transition between winter and spring - is my least favorite. Winter seems determined to hang out well past its welcome. I want to retire my boots that, several months ago, I couldn't wait to wear. My warm fluffy coat that I am so thankful for during cross-guard duty? Done.
I want sandals and sundresses.
I want to bury my toes in the sand.
Impromptu gatherings in the deck.
But I live in the Chicago-area. So, for now, I wait.....and enjoy the brief glimpses of what is to come. Knowing that, before I know it, I will immerse myself in the magic of summer.
For now, I will be satisfied with a hint of spring.