I like warmth and sunshine as much as the next guy but I must be honest in admitting that summer is not my favourite season. Sure, it has its perks – longer days, vacation time, the social acceptance of daily “happy hour” wine consumption… But there are also lots of reasons to rejoice in the coming of the cold:
- It is the end of bathing suit season
This basically means that I feel exponentially better about my body on a day-to-day basis. I don’t care what kind of shape you are in… unless you are a Kardashian, trotting around in your underwear is daunting.
- Time to put away the planters and the pots
I can finally give up all pretense of growing my own herbs and compost the remaining proof that I cannot create flower arrangements as lovely as the expensive ones from the garden center.
- Tennis racquets and bicycles can be buried in the back of the shed
Having them “out” for the summer was a constant reminder that I should play tennis and ride a bicycle, made worse by the incessant tennis-playing and bicycle-riding of my neighbours. When not running triathalons or pickling the cucumbers from their backyard gardens, these Superwomen pedal about the streets on their 10-speeds with a racquet strapped to their backs, waving cheerily at me as they swoosh past. Now I can relax, and just pretend to run and do yoga.
- The oven takes over from the BBQ
The only thing I enjoy more than the start of BBQ season is the end of BBQ season. Time to take that dead chicken off the beer can and put it to rest in the oven, where God intended it to be. And take the aluminum foil off the potatoes! Let’s mash those buggers up and drown ’em in gravy!
- Farmer’s market frenzy dies down
Of course I love locally grown produce from the farmer’s market (like every other middle class white woman). But you know what else I love? Sleeping in late on a Saturday morning instead of heading off to the market. And not having my food bill exponentially increased because of the free-trade coffee, and the fat-laden croissant, and the hemp bracelet that I ‘had to have’ while I was at the market.
It’s official. I am the Grinch that Stole Summer, but so be it. As I write this blog, my un-pedicured toes are warm and snuggly in a pair of Roots socks and my unshaven legs are invisible to the public. The dying impatiens in the pots on my front stairs have been replaced by low maintenance pumpkins and there is a pot of minestrone bubbling away on the stove. Yep. It’s cold outside and that kind of sucks. But it’s warm in my little office and so I say “bring on the snow”!