Summer, A Grumbling

The sun is so bossy on summer days I wish he would just chill and stop being so loud. “Keep it down!” I shout at the sky.

Plants fruit and bloom, making sweet beds for fat bees and discoing butterflies. I love delicious honey and fragrant flowers and life. I do. But the sun kisses our noses and shoulders without permission and leaves a mark. No thank you, sun, I will wear a hat.

The sun is so bossy

“Keep it down!” I shout at the sky.

I repeatedly give myself permission to be dark, quiet, and lazy in the summer. Slow-moving, reading under a light blanket, shades drawn in the dark interior because the sun is hot and so garishly bright that it blurs the words on the page.

Lemon shake-ups are delicious. I like the way the water waves in the pool. Indoor rainbows from sun-catchers are magnificent. Lavender flowers delight. Sunflowers stand sentinel over the garden, watching over the hornworms on the tomatoes. Picking sour cherries from the tree out back. Slow bike rides after dinner. Watermelon. 

Maybe I like him a little, the sun. He can stay until the leaves fall.