Happy summer! Okay, so summer doesn’t officially start until [checks Google, does spit take] … June 21st!? I mean, I knew it didn’t literally start today, on Memorial Day, but let’s face it, it should. Even though we have almost a month left, I refuse to believe that it is not summer right now.
Whoever invented the Gregorian calendar (okay, Google shows it was Pope Gregory XIII) didn’t take any of the following into account:
- I just bought a cherry pie and watermelon lemonade at Whole Foods. Cherry pie is a summertime food.
- You have officially been given the go-ahead to wear white shoes.
- I have a bottle of rose’ chilling in the fridge, which I’m taking to a barbecue this afternoon.
- Next week, at least in some parts of the country, the temperatures are supposed to be in the 100s. The temperature map of the U.S. is going to look like a giant flame.
To further complicate matters, this so-called Gregorian “summer” goes well into September, several weeks after the beginning of the school year. I can’t help but feel like an adjustment might be in order!
A few years ago, I embraced summer as a theme. Having let one too many of them come and go with barely a notice, I declared it the Summer of Summer. We kept a watermelon in the fridge. Went to an amusement park. Picked blackberries. Went bike riding. It was glorious!
So I say jump right in! Don’t let anyone tell you it’s not summer yet, especially not some old Pope dude. (Who knows, back in October of 1582, this plan probably seemed spot-on.)
Get a pedicure, make strawberry shortcake, read a trashy novel — heck, write a trashy novel! If you still feel like carrying it over into September, you have a three-week grace period until you have to put on your corduroy and jump in a pile of leaves.
Readers: how to you celebrate summer? Let us know in the comments below!