Summer, Maybe?

I threw a wish in the well, don’t ask me I’ll never tell. . . well, ok, I wished for summer!

Here’s my chalkboard porch sign in honor of the start of summer – or as we know it around these parts, Junuary (alternately, June Gloom). It happens every year, and every year I feel mortally insulted that we’re forced to go out to play in fleece pullovers – or worse yet – winter coats – in the middle of June. Its almost more depressing than February, ’cause at least you’re expecting it then. Its supposed to get up to 70 tomorrow though, so there’s that (shut up rest of the country with your 80’s-90’s).