Who loves summer...raise your hand! It's just a different, slower pace. I've had summers when I've slept late and didn't accomplish much. I've had summers when I needed a summer vacation to get over my summer vacation. I seem to do better when I have a schedule.
There are some definite advantages to walking in the park at 6:00 a.m.:
~ It's cool.
~ I have the whole park to myself. This also helps with the girls, because they don't know how to behave when they see another dog in the park. They see that as an opportunity to whine and make all kinds of weird noises to get noticed.
~ Since no one is out that early, it doesn't matter what I look like. Throw on shorts/sleeveless shirt (my old tennis shirts are great for this) and a hat, and I'm good to go.
~ The birds are singing, and are waking up to start their day.
~ I'm able to take some time and think about what I want to accomplish that day.
I come home, take some time to cool off and say some morning prayers, take a shower and get ready for Daily Mass. Then, it's off to Mass, followed by coffee & a bagel at Panera with "the old folks" every morning except Thursday. I really enjoy sitting around with this group. They're all a lot of fun and are still very active in their lives.
So, now do you see why I listed "afternoon naps" as part of my Friday's Fave Five last week?
Here's a song that means "summer" to me. This song came out when I was 10 years old. Everytime I hear it, I think about summers at the local pool (which was THE place to be), laying out on a towel in the grass, and hearing radios blaring in the hot summer sun.
What reminds you of the summers of your youth?