And so we wait. And we shop. And we buy the BBQ supplies. And we wait some more. Out of no-where the temperatures soar to 30C and we declare, "Summer is here!" And just as quickly as it arrives, it is gone. A short burst of summer that barely gives us enough time to acclimatise and unpack our summer wardrobe (mine is still in the cupboard under the stairs).
Oh how I wish we could just have two months of lovely, warm weather. 25C would do. I'd be happy then.
Right now all I can think about what we should be doing, if it were actually summer, and not pouring with rain. And the reality of the current situation.
Camp-fires with friends, preferably on a beach...instead of cranking the heating
Floaty, pleated, pastel skirts with bare legs...instead of tights (albeit spotty ones)
Refreshing belinis on the terrace...instead of mulled wine
Frapuccinnos...instead of cups of tea (I do LOVE tea, but not in summer)
Dainty sandals with pretty, painted toes...instead of chunky boots
Flowers woven into my hair, especially at a festival...instead of my beanie
Sweet lace collars and throws...instead of my winter coat
Twirling vintage parasols in the sunshine...instead of misplacing my umbrella, everday
BBQs with friends in our garden...instead of comfort-eating foods like stews
Donning a crop top...instead of cosying up in my chunky-knit cardigan
Oh summer, wherefore art thou? x
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