Summer

I don't know about Summer.

It is hot.

There are far too many flies.

And there is this expectation that I should take my kids to the pool. I don't like the pool. I don't like swimming. But apparently we as Australians have a culture of swimming, in rivers, beaches and at pools. Therefore it is important my two learn to swim.

Summer means everything burns too. Our skin...ouch.

The flowers. The leaves. The entire backyard looks as though the moisture has been sucked out of the greenery like a Wraith sucks the life out of humans.

Summer is supposed to make people happy. When the Spring babies have grown, and new life is in full swing.

But it is just hot, humid and stinky. Or hot, dry and stinky, depending on which area you live in. I've experienced both...don't like either of them, because no matter what, there is always sweat and flies.

There is one thing I do love about Summer though. The rain. The storms. The smell of Summer rain says Christmas is coming...although now it says another Christmas has been and gone.

I much prefer the Winter months. I enjoy walking when it is cold, or curling up under a blanket to watch a movie or read a book. And having my daughters climb into bed with me in the middle of the night is much nicer in Winter than in Summer!

So when my birthday rolls around this year, hear me sing! My birthday means Winter is not far away, the cool weather will soon be upon us!