My petunias are looking a little long in the tooth these days. The blossoms aren't as vibrant or profuse and their vigor is diminishing by the day. My geraniums seemed to be all bloomed out, too, but maybe that's because of the muggy, relentless heat of the dog days of summer.
Still, as I inspected the flowers and shrubs around the house today, it struck me with sadness that soon my colorful, floral compadres will be a distant memory. Come February, I'll be pointing to a patch of snow and asking, "Was this where I had the Impatiens? Did the hydrangeas bloom before mid-June? Where did I plant the tulips?"
Ah, summertime. I wait all year for it and then it's over in the blink of an eye. I think what I'll miss most is being able to slip on a pair of flip-flops and walk out the door, not worrying about jackets, scarves, gloves, frostbitten ears, or slippery sidewalks. Or maybe I'll miss all the color. (I'm a total color-aholic. Ask anyone who's seen my office. I need my fix every day.)
What I won't miss are the mosquitoes.
What will you miss most about summer? (If you live in a place with nearly year-round summer, what would you miss most if you had to move north?) What will you miss least?
Have a great week,