Anybody who knows me, knows that I really don't like the summer. Mainly because I hate being hot.
There is, of course, a long and detailed list (often repeated to my family) of reasons why I think summer is no good; beginning with clothes. Give me boots, jeans, cardigans and woollen hats over bare legs and vest tops any day. And sunhats always make me look silly.
But I was talking to a friend - and fellow summer hater - last week and we conceded that there are a few things about summer that are definitely worthy of celebration:
- drinking a cold drink in (the shady part of) the garden after a long day at work
- flowers being in bloom
- birkenstocks; almost as nice to wear as boots
This past weekend we went camping with old friends at this wild campsite in Sussex. The children ran wild in the woods at the edge of the campsite and the adults drank cool drinks through the afternoon and long into the evening.
This morning, before breakfast, I slipped on my birkenstocks and went into the garden to feed the hens. I noticed that my little strawberry bush was the only container plant on my patio to survive our hard winter this year. Not only had it lived, but it also had a luscious crop of strawberries, un-munched by slugs.
A lazy, sunshiney, camping weekend with friends, and then strawberries from the garden for breakfast back at home...that's nearly my whole list ticked off in one go. Summer's actually pretty good when it's like this!