"Summer"

Not sure if I like the summer we are having. Most days I feel like a prisoner inside my house. I like to sit on my patio and read. And watch the birds and butterflies fly about. But this show isn't happening. The sun zooms its heat ray down on my patio with all its vigor. We have trees, but they are young and provide no shade, as yet. We don't usually have such heat here in my area, so it's been a real bitch of a summer to get interested in anything outside. Other then watering the plants to keep them alive and well.

So the patio sitting will have to be a fall activity. I'll watch the leaves fall and the flowers wilt and die. And dream of next summer with all the reading I'll do, and the bird and butterfly watching I'll see. Seems like the older I get the more I complain about the seasons. All four are not what they were when I was a small girl. Maybe it's all this global warming. Who knows? I just want to sit and enjoy my patio. Is that to much to ask?