Oh Summertime, my grass is still green and you haven't reached 100 degrees yet. Flowers are peeking out from every corner and the river is full of cool water and laughing children. I know I will eat my words in a month when I'm peeling my sunburn and mourning the death of my burnt fig tree but right now I don't even hate you.
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I like that you're writing about summer and I'm still wearing gloves in April!
I guess it's technically still spring but in my mind, the day we break down, shut all the windows and turn on the ac is the official beginning of summer. That was yesterday.
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