The title happens to be from the song “Rock Lobster”, by the B-52s.  Strangely enough, that happens to be Our Song.  Yes, that’s the romantic tune to which my partner and I bonded, on our first date.  Most importantly, it was the Labor Day weekend, the last of the lazy, hazy days of summer.

Ah, summer.  We could use a little summer, right this very minute.  Seriously.  The high today is to be 27F.  January is here, and I’m already sick of winter.  So, let’s take a moment and remember those summer days.

 

I have done retrospectives of all seasons, it seems, except my favorite.

 

 

I never mind the heat much.  I know some people prefer the cold,  but I like it hot.  Hot enough that a dip in a pool is a treat.

People associate flowers with spring.  However, there are just as many flowers in the fall, as well as, SUMMER

 

I can go on and on about summer.  So, why not?

 

Even cats love summer.

And dogs

 

 

Motorcyclists

I hope this has warmed you a little.  Or at least, has given you some perspective on winter.

 

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