The old saying “time heals old wounds” is a pretty good description of how my feelings towards summer have changed. It’s still not my favorite season, but I’ve now made my peace with it.
As a kid, I liked summer vacation for the same reason as pretty much any other kid. Vacation. But it was hot and not always all that exciting. And it was hot. Did I mention it was hot? We had a standing record of over 20 consecutive days of 100+ F temperatures, so I’m not exaggerating. It was hot.
Uh, I live in the same town I grew up in (that was NOT planned, but oh well), so guess what? It’s still hot. So why the change of heart? For one, I now have the garden I always wanted (and an Old Man that helps with it!) and summer is when all the effort put in to the garden really pays off. I have also learned to appreciate the other moments that happen only in summer, like kids playing in the pool and sunsets like these. It’s still hot, but now I guess I just don’t mind it so much.