By SUE SEIBERT
Summertime and the livin’ is easy,
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high.
Your daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’
So hush, little baby, don’t you cry.
One of these mornin’s, you’re gonna rise up singin’
Then you’ll spread your wings and you’ll take to the sky.
But ‘til that mornin’, there is nothin’ can harm you
With Daddy and Mummy, Mummy standing by.
Don’t you, don’t you cry.
– George Gershwin
Well, the time is here once again. We had a little winter this year, but summer is upon us. We’re having temperatures in the 90s, and very little rain appears to be in sight. I would not trade to live in any state other than Texas, you understand, but summer is surely not my favorite season of the year.
Although, when I sit in my recliner back in our “blue room” and look out onto our deck, I see all the beautiful flowers. Hollyhocks and petunias, with zinnias galore. And the tomato plants, God willing, are headed skyward with lots of blossoms and fruit already in evidence.
It’s just the heat, you know. The 100-plus-degree Fahrenheit heat. It’s really so very tiring and, as with the last 71 summers of my life, I don’t believe it will change!
Remember those summers in the 1940s and ‘50s when, even with the summer heat, there were very few air conditioners in sight – and certainly no central cooling unless you had a lot more money than we did, or you went to a store that had it!
My family did have an interesting form of swamp cooler, though, that could be moved from room-to-room on rollers. I was amazed, looking on the Internet, to discover that they are still being made.