"...my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer." - Psalm 32:4b
Nowadays, I'm not a big fan of summer. The days are long, hot, undifferentiated, and generally uneventful. I find this time of year to be soul-sucking, and while I always head into it with good intentions, I eventually revert to the same thoughts of wishing for it to be over.
For many reasons, I'm a fall/winter person: college football, leaves changing, cooler temps, hooded sweatshirts, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Advent, Christmas, shoveling snow (yes, really). Lately, summer just seems like something to endure in order to get to those more pleasurable times.
Of course, I've loved summer in the past, particularly when I was in elementary school, junior high, and high school. I've loved more recent summers as well. And that's why I'm typing this.
Over the next two weeks, I'm going to blog about some of these past summers, back before my current attitude about this hot and muggy season crept into my consciousness. So here's what you have to look forward to:
New Jersey Summers (circa 1988-1993)
A Summer of Foreshadowing (2000)
A Panicky Summer (2003)
A Summer of Transition (2004)
I have plenty of memories that give me reason to love this time of year. Join me in reliving some of them.