You know how some parents joke that they want to put a brick on their kids’ heads in order to stop them from growing? I was kind of thinking. Is it possible to do this with summer?
Today I wore a light hoodie and a pair of jeans. “Hoodie weather” (i.e., roughly 70 degrees) is incredibly comforting and cozy. On a numerical scale, such a day would receive a 10 out of 10, with 10 being the most ideal, perfect, and delicious of days. But at the same time, I’m not ready for summer to be over. Not yet. I know there will still be plenty of warm days around the corner, but I want summer to last. And last. And last.
It’s not just the warm weather that I want to hold on to. It’s the fresh garden tomatoes—tiny, yellow tear drops falling from the flowering plants. It’s the freshly canned beets, boasting their deep, summery colors. It’s the fresh basil hummus that I made in the morning, after snipping away in the herb garden.
If only placing a brick on a kid’s head would stop him from growing. If only I could hold on to summer forever.
But then, there wouldn’t be any apple picking, would there? Or snowshoeing. Or baking cranberry nut breads and roasting acorn squash. Or dethawing by a warm woodstove after coming in from the frigid weather. Or being handed a hot cocoa two weeks before Christmas, while decorating the tree. Or witnessing the magic of winter’s first snowfall.
I guess this is why I will always call myself a true New Englander.
Question: If you had the choice, would you make summer last forever or do you enjoy the other seasons as well?