I love summer. It is, without fail, and in every single way, my favourite season. I will tolerate fall only because I know it to be better than the inevitable winter. Winter is six months of hell; a time to day dream about moving to Australia, where you can impress all of the Australians with your macho-ness for enduring -40° temperatures for so much of your life. Spring is a tease, but obviously I’m happy to see it after the misery of winter. And then there’s summer; pure, wonderful, warm summer. I miss you already.
- The summer attitude; everyone’s so friendly and easygoing!
- Staying out late and staying warm
- Drinking beer on patios
- Weekend cottage getaways
- Green everything
- Bumblebees
- Blueberries
- The ability to walk outside in whatever you’re wearing
- Peaches
- Reading outdoors
- The summer breeze
- Humidity
- Bare arms & legs
- Going barefoot
- Feeling like the air is hugging you
- Falling asleep without the aid of flannel PJs, thick socks, a hot bath, a space heater, 2 duvets, and a hot bean bag
- Blackberries & raspberries
- Summer thunderstorms
- Tank tops & mini skirts
- The sun on bare skin
- Riding your bike everywhere
- Hats instead of toques
- Summer festivals
- Long, meandering walks
- Early sunrises & late sunsets
