Originally posted in June of 2007, this post has been on my mind recently as the thermometer has been hitting the 90s and above again. This morning I sat out on my front steps reading and remembered the delight of a summer day . . . heat and all.
I think I'm cheating summer.
Today, my middle son enjoyed anther afternoon of digging in the sandbox with his bestfriends next door. I stepped outside just to have a listen (they are so close that sometimes they all bicker like siblings, so we keep close tabs on the temperature of the interraction) and was delicately distracted by the buzzing and whirring and screeching of a hot, humid summer afternoon here in the south. The June bugs, in their shiny, metallic green shells, were buzzing around my herbs. There were various species of "bee" also making the rounds. And high above me came a distinct, rising screech. It was definitely the screech of a bug - almost a crackling screech - rather than a bird or animal. I've no idea what it was, but it was quite loud!
I stood there thinking how lovely this hot and stifling afternoon really was to my senses, if not to the comfort of my inner thermostat. My husband would cringe if he knew what I did next. I went inside and opened a window. And, no, I didn't turn off the A/C .
Somehow by sitting inside my home so nice and refrigerated, and perfectly still , I feel like I'm cheating myself out of summer. I've missed the soft clamour of nature and the warmth of the sun on my skin.
I think I'll keep the window open.
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