Oh, no. It's Spring.

This is what I see out my kitchen window in the spring.

It is even more brilliantly red than it appears here.

This is what I love about spring.

That's it.

because... 

After spring comes summer.

There is absolutely nothing I love about summer.

(Except that my schoolteacher friends don't

have to teach every day.)

With very fair skin, you certainly

won't find me "sun worshiping."
I already have my dermatologist on speed dial.

 

I do not like sweating perspiring.  At all. 
I find it gauche (which rhymes with gross.)

In order to keep Charleigh-Girl and me from
sweating perspiring,
I have to take out bank loans to pay our
summer electric bills.

I do not like mosquitoes, but they LOVE me.

 

I liked my own children, but I do not like all the

 pesky children swarming everywhere you go

in the summer.

TV shows are all reruns in the summer.
(No new Judge Judy=depressing.)


However, 

When all is said and done, I will cheerfully 
greet and love

each and every new day of my life and say,
 "This is the day the Lord has made.

I will rejoice and be glad in it."  Psalm 118:24

Susan taught her girls to say, not that they

didn't like something, but that it 

"wasn't their favorite."

So...

Spring and summer just aren't my favorite

times of the year.