When you think of summertime. You will most likely think of being a child. Vivid pictures will flash thru your mind of the special days. Running, playing, swimming, screaming...but there will always be a time where you had just been laying in the grass or some such wondering when summer would be over.
I as a child had a favorite place to go lay in the grass under a maple. To stare up and watch the clouds thru the branches. Watching the birds and butterflies. Looking for four leaf clovers. There would hardly be any breeze. Everyone was either at camp or off camping with family. You would think am I the only one in the world today. It would be so still and quiet(we lived in the country at this time).
You would sit and watch what wonderful things God had made. Grasshoppers, inch worms, listen to the neighbor's cows moo. Then ask when will I have to go back to school? These are the summertime blues.
Today hear in South Carolina we sit in the A/C keeping cool and watch the world go by out the window. It's Aug. and we haven't had a day under 90 in 45 days. Been under a heat advisory for 35 of them. We sit and ask "when will this be over"? You go out to the car and either burn your hand trying to get ing the car, or burn your bum by sitting on the scorching seat. You forgot to put your flippers back on and touched the pavement with your toe immediately thinking you were walking across a spot of fire! It often seems to hot even for ice cream. It would be melted before it even got into your hands.
As we go to the kids baseball games and picnics we ask our selves are we crazy? It's 100 degrees out here and I have to pretend to be having a good time. I'm ready to pass out! You learn quickly to do any thing needing to be done outside you do before 7:00 am or after 8:00 pm. You go for a moonlit walk at 10:30 and it's still 89 or hotter. How romantic??? You've got sweat running from every pore plus! Your hair is dripping. Your cloths are wet and sticking....this is to be romantic? Come on I'm not 16 any more!
You see these mom's holding their new babies. Trying to hold them with out having to touch them and make them hotter and more fussy. The poor things have on only a diaper, heat rash all over their little fat rolled bodies.
You try to sleep but the sheets are as sticky and wet as you are...you lay there and pray for a breeze, even better a rain storm...then it hits and you remember you have to close the windows or soak the inside of you house. Then it stops and you can watch the steam roll off the roads, and top of the houses. Yes, you thought you were hot before?
Do remember those Summertime Blues.
