As the sizzling sound of summer barbeques fade into memory, attentions turn towards the autumn harvest with the hope of cool weather right around the bend. Alas, this particular year no one had a chance to tire of the heat, no stifling temperatures slowing productivity, no days playing hooking to sneak off to the beach. Oh no not this year. As we say good-bye to summer, a sense of mourning sighs through the San Francisco Bay Area--for summer eluded us. She turned her bronzen cheeks and set her sights on the rest of the world--who endured sweltering weather as we gasped jealously while tightening our jackets and donning our beanie caps . While the rest of the country cackled in weather worthy of ocean swimming and hours wasted over cold beers, we sobbed inot warm brandys and hot soups.
Let's face it folks, summer is supposed to be when we need less clothing--not more. When we can turn off our heaters and throw our clothes on the line to dry. Summer is for sitting under the shade of a wise old tree to read our favorite book, while a soft breeze caresses our skin. We are suppose to smell like cocunuts and look healthy from all the outdoor activity--not pasty and snotty from a fog bank the size of Mount Everest! No my friends, summer scorned us this year--we were unworthy of her carefree nights walking fearless without coats and scarves.
Perhaps we did something that irritated summer--inflamed her to the point we had to be punished had to endure the coldest season in forty years. We forgoed croquette and beach volley ball game. We bundled and braved the elements, chanted to the sun, and sang summers praise over fire pits. All we can do know is be grateful for her rare appearances, kiss the heat as if it was a lost lover newly found and pray that summer's cousin--Indian will be more forgiving!
Causes Karen Devaney Supports
Eve Ensler and any organization that deals with issues supporting women and children and the advancement of their education.