Monday, January 09, 2006

Pining for Summertime

I hate the Winter. I hate everything about it. I hate having to wear a sweatshirt everywhere I go because I am always cold. I hate shoveling snow. I hate playing in the snow with my kids. (The playing part is okay, but it's the fingers-turning-blue part that is hard to take.) I hate having a bowl of soup, a cup of tea, and a cup of hot chocolate and still not being able to warm up. I hate that it gets dark at 5PM. I hate trying to scrape ice off my windshield before I go to work in the morning, but not being able to really get it all off and not having the time to let my car's defroster warm up for ten minutes before I leave. I hate not getting up ten minutes earlier to let my car warm up. (Okay, that one is not really Winter's fault, it's mine, but I'm on a roll.) I hate the strange looks people give me when they see me with my hands in my sleeves, in my shirt, or down my pants. I'm just trying to warm them up. Really.

Maybe I'm just getting old and cranky, but I don't have any complaints about the Summer. Well, that's not exactly true. Each summer, I hate how my house always winds up with a bee or hornet nest in or on it. Other than that, Summer is okay by me.

This is a picture of the shadow of a Summer tree cast by a hot Summer sun. You can even see the warm Summer breeze blowing by if you look closely. My hands are getting warmer already...

Camera: Nikon D2H
Location: Port St. Lucie, FL


Doug said...

Rather negative aren't we? You can't complain too much. It's been 55 degrees in mid January, not to shabby.

iPont said...

Rather negative aren't we?
Everyone should have a hobby.

Doug said...

I'm being optimistic. I'm getting two first grade educations for the price of one, me and matt at the same time.