I am not a winter person. No surprise statement there for the folks who know me. I really have a hard time loving on the snow and ice. And part of the reason is all of this.
There is just too much to love about summer. Crabbing and fishing and dinghy rides and stand up paddle boarding and catching fireflies and eating outdoors. Critters everywhere, free range kids with filthy feet, sun kissed cheeks, and popsicle faces.
Our marina always has people outside at all hours, sharing meals, sharing wine, helping with each other's kids, playing music, chatting the day away.
There is just too much goodness going on to even fathom things like clothes or shoveling or heaters or darkness.
I so understand the yearning for an endless summer.
