I want to be outside on a green and blue day so I can shake the lethargy of winter: the extra pounds of physical and mental weight that stubbornly linger after hibernation. This spring has been fickle– I don’t appreciate the sudden plunging temperatures. It’s time for summer to show up and stay.
In New England it doesn’t matter what the calendar says, one has to look for the proper signs to know that summer has truly arrived. Here are some hints: My daughters went shopping for new bathing suits. This week they are counting both hours and days until school is out. Last night I slept with the windows wide open and still had to turn the fan to the #2 setting– somewhere between low and high. (When the fan remains on high, all day without stopping, and the breeze still feels sluggish, we are in the dog days of August). This morning I woke to birds and a light rustling through the full-green leaves of my Norway maple–both commonplace sounds for late spring, but today they were mixed with snippets of a conversation. My neighbors had risen early to sit on their front porch and talk while their coffee cooled on the steps beside them. They were in no rush. So I say, summer is flirting with us: a new lethargy has set in.