My Apologies

For my incessant boasting picture posting lately. I really do don't mean to rub it in that our weather is just amazingly summer-like right now.

Complete with trips to the lake during the day and aloe for the sunburns at night.


To all of you up north in the frigid-ness, keep this in mind:

We southerners have our indoor season too.

It's called summer.

Yes, ma'am.

Now is the time we open our windows and sit in front of the fans. We sit outside in the morning crispness and drink our coffee. We chat in the evenings relaxing on the back patio, merlot in hand. This is our "summer."

Because, we know that soon enough, we will be making a hasty retreat inside to escape the 100 degree heat and the hum of the cicadas and katydids, mosquitoes and A/C units.

Inside.

So, come June, when "all y'all" are throwing open your windows and doors, sending barefoot children out into the warm dewy grass, listening to them squeal and laugh with delight, we southerners are soberly closing and locking the windows, dutifully setting our A/C units, and turning on our ceiling fans.

As your children zoom around on their bikes and scooters and roller blades, our children come in pink-cheeked and sweaty, almost delirious with thirst, begging to go in the pool. Pretty soon the bikes and scooters and roller blades are locked up into the shed, not to be seen again...


... until Autumn.

:)