Fine — Until We’re Not

I have always adored summer. The sun. The heat. The long lazy days. Visits to lakes and rivers and ocean beaches. Picnics and barbeques with friends. Fresh-from-the-garden vegetables. And vacations — who doesn’t love a vacation? Fantasies of summer get me through the seemingly endless days of winter darkness. I know a few curmudgeonly people who insist that fall, or spring, or even winter is more stimulating than summer, but I’m quite confident…