Waiting for Summer

This is the time of year where all over the country people are starting to moan about the heat and turn up the A/C and make lemonade.

Here in the northwest we consult the calendar and put on our shorts and drag out the barbecue, and then we step outside and put on a poncho over the shorts and hold an umbrella over the barbecue and take the food back inside and turn the heat back on.

But summer's coming. Maybe this year, maybe next year. We live in hope.

It's coming and the sun will shine like God's own mercy and the thermometer will climb all the way up to 78 and the sky will be bluer and the grass will be greener than imagination-enhanced memory and we'll laugh at all you people crisping and melting elsewhere.

It will be worth the wait.