I love spring, I really do. I love the fresh smells, the sight of the world waking up after a long sleep, with a bedhead of blossoms and sprouts. I love the fresh breezes and warming sun, I love the joy of going outside and thinking, "Yes, this is a good day to be alive."
But I'm PASSIONATE about summer. I want it to be here, like, now. I want to feel the heat and humidity and smell water and chlorine and sunblock. I want to schlep over to Jeni's and eat Sweet Corn and Blackberry ice cream. I get excited about blistering days and ice cold beers, about tank tops and shorts and sandals, about festivals and mini-vacations, and lazy days of nothing.
Spring is my best friend, summer is my lover.
Yeah, that's right, LOVER. My hot, sweaty, fresh fruit and garden vegetables and fish-on-the-grill lover.
Hmm...maybe "fish on the grill" is a bad phrase to associate with the word "lover." Meh.