An Open Apology to Summer

Feb 27th, 2008 by Marilyn

Please come back, summer.

I didn’t really mean all those things I said about winter. It’s not prettier than you. You look really good in white, and white is just making winter look fat.

Honestly.

You’re definitely the prettiest, summer! You’re not all bleak and old and miserably dried up, like that winter. So…do you think you might come back?

If you do, I won’t complain about how hot it is or the mosquitoes you’ll bring. I will not worry about all those bad boy tornadoes you run with – well, okay, I will pretend not to worry. For you, summer, I will pretend.

Summer, if you bring bright juicy things back…

…and wave your summer wand over them…

…I will make us something delicious. And we can eat them outside, on the patio. Maybe with a little vanilla ice cream, and some nice minty iced tea?

How many times do I have to say it?

I’m sorry, summer, for shooting my mouth off about how I love winter and the cold is so great and how I like my nostrils freezing up. I’m cold, and it’s gray, and I’m really tired of all this exfoliating. So just think about it, summer, and please don’t take too long.