by G. E. Shuman
To me, there is something simply
stupendous in the whole idea of summer. It is the 'coming of age' of
the tiny blossoms of spring; the intensifying, from early spring
samples, of the warmth and wonder in the whole world of nature; the
confirmation of what I consider to be the true arrival of 'good'
days. From my perspective, at least for the next few months, there
is no such thing as too much sun, too many flowers, or too large a
crop of fresh fruits and vegetables abounding on plants and vines.
(I just reread those first sentences, and know they sound a little
crazy, but I love summer, and we are now “smack-dab in the middle
of it” as people used to say. So don't make fun of me.)
I do get overheated when doing outdoor
summer chores, like mowing, or washing the cars. At those times I try
to remember how cold my feet and hands get when I'm shoveling snow or
scraping the windshields of those now sun-drenched, soapy vehicles.
Such thoughts seem to help a bit. Also, during summer, if my home
seems a little too warm inside, I sometimes close my eyes and imagine
how good such warmth would feel if a howling, zero-degree wind was
blasting right outside my windows. The warmth then seems a pretty
cool thing to have. Those of you who have been reading my articles
for a while should try it, if only to confirm your conviction of my
loosening grip on reality.
I also love the beach. I really do.
Although an ocean beach is best, any time beside the water is
wonderful, whether that water be the edge of the mighty Atlantic, or
that of some small pond or lake. My tiny sailboat likes small ponds
best; my fishing rod is more at home casting out into salt water
waves, and my feet love walking the sand of the shores of either one.
Still, there are few things more satisfying than the feel of the
sun, and the wind-born scent of the ocean, well-mixed with that of
coconut-oil or Coppertone. It is right to mention here that
coconut-oil and Coppertone do accent some earthly bodies better than
they do others. For some strange reason I felt compelled to point
that out, as if you didn't already know it. Oh well.
To further confirm my slightly
overboard love of summer, I believe that there is also something
nearly magical about the fires of summer. (I used the word magical,
and I'm not even at Disney World. Perhaps I AM crazy.) I'm sure
that cookouts have attracted crowds since caveman days; and campfires
the same. My mother has always said that anything tastes better when
cooked outdoors. I believe that, and I would love the idea of it
even if I didn't believe it. Barbecue pits and bonfires; tiki
torches and gas lanterns; fourth of July fireworks and even fireflies
all have their places in the spectacular fires of summer.
Then, even when considering life's
storms, those of summertime always seem bigger and better, to me.
Winter storms are mostly silent, and even tend to quiet the world,
with their sound-muffling fluffy-flurry coverings. Summer storms
simply come crashing and pouring down, with giant booms and
fantastically frightening lightening. (Yes, there really may be
something wrong with me.) And, those great summer storms also leave
on their own, without the work of shovels and plows to get them gone.
I hope that we all, here in the
North, take in every bit of the bounty and the beauty of summer,
while we have it. Spring was a wet one, and the leaves and plants
seem bigger and brighter than ever this year. Get out there and
enjoy this sizzling season, dear readers. Smell the roses, but don't
'stop' to do it. Before you know it, those bright lawn canopies and
beach umbrellas will be replaced by boat covers and wood-pile tarps;
the picnic baskets by school lunch boxes, and the green grass by
fallen, golden leaves. As crazy as it sounds, that's okay, too.
By that time I will be willing to trade in my strawberry shortcake
for a fresh-baked apple or pumpkin pie... but not quite yet. How
about you?