I am constantly bragging about how mild the weather is here, how rarely we get snow, how when we do it melts right away. Readers of this blog must have heard me reference the warm “gulf stream waters” dozens of times and even heard me lament the brief sledding opportunities, the short pond-skating season.
Not this year: snowed yesterday, snowed last week, going to snow tomorrow. It’s been so snowy, most people are officially done with small talking about it, annoyed with the over-reporting of it all and beyond the bend about shoveling their driveway “One. More. Time.”
So this blog is NOT about snow.
No, this blog is all about dreaming of summer. Walking down my street in this snow scape, it’s really hard to remember that in just a few months my neighborhood will transform — with clusters of kids giggling and snapping their towels, summer people perched at the waterfront with lobster dipped in butter dripping off their chins, Woods Hole Inn guests sitting on the deck watching cloud banks drift over Vineyard Sound, the strum of cicadas at twilight, the feeling of dusk on a sunburn, the glow of fireflies as open mic night gets cranking at Pie in the Sky. Oh yes, a girl can dream.
So as the wind blows outside and we brace for another nine inches tomorrow, please enjoy these classics from the dreams of my summers past.