I won’t lie to you. You were a brutal beast this year. You put a beat down on all of us here in Georgia for three straight relentless months. My energy bill has never been higher, clothes have never felt stickier and the air has been some of the heaviest in memory.
I appreciate the delicious, consumable bounty you throw our way; e.g. tomatoes, watermelon and cucumbers. And I am certainly grateful for you warming the ocean waters so we can take breaks from our daily grinds and enjoy long, lazy days filled with sandy beaches and umbrella drinks.
But I hope you don’t mind when I say that I’m not sad to see you leaving us (hopefully) in the next month or so. I will certainly miss your lukewarm nights and snacking al fresco to a cicada soundtrack while watching your flame slowly fade into the magic hour. But I think most of us are ready for the cooling.
I’m ready to throw on some layers and feel soft, brushed wool against my skin. And I am ready to eat ragù slow-cooked on stove tops and have seconds, probably thirds, of some buttery shepherd’s pie.
So, so long to you summer. And please, don’t mess about with my suspicions and wear out your welcome. Get on with it.
- by Gene Lee, Food and More blog