Summer

Seapoint. Portmarnock. Picnics in the Wicklow hills. Pavement cafés and happy drinkers outside pubs and beside the canal. Walking barefoot through sand dunes. Dozing in gardens. Cold dinners of chicken, ham, and salad.
Happy times!

Summer for me is days with all the windows open, flies coming in and out....who am I kidding, they never go out.

The smell of freshly cut grass, the stickiness on your skin, your hair feeling damp with sweat, leather sofas feeling cool on your skin but then sticking to the backs of your thighs.

Summer is sitting in the back garden, your arm leaning on the table which is actually too hot to lean on.

Gulping down tepid water or if you're lucky, ice-cold cider.

Eating salads or barbecued burgers. Drinking cool wine; the glass with its' condensation on the outside as a dribble of water runs down it.

The smell of Malibu sun cream.

Shops selling out of ice-pops.

The radio on loud in the garden.

Going to bed at night-a moth in your room. The window open. Sleeping under a cool sheet because the duvet is too warm.

Waking during the night because you're too cold and wrapping the duvet around your cold limbs.

I should be a poet!

Bongalongherb wrote: »

It is now 4° C in Dublin. That has got to be a record for june. It could snow

Eh, it's 12c.

Jaysus Bong, you're not wrong.
Went out to get something from the car and all the windows are actually misted over and when I exhaled, I could see my breath!
Is this not June?!!!

Worst part of the summer; footing turf on the bog..........god I still hate the place
Best part; swimming in the river