. . . feeling the sun warm your limbs and catching a whiff of lighter fluid on the breeze as you turn the creaky knob on an outdoor spigot and water gushes into the muddy puddle below.
…sweating my ass off waiting at a red light during rush hour and watching the heat rise off the asphalt while bass throbs in my ears…
… changing into shorts & t-shirt after work, then going out barefoot to water the plants so I have an excuse to spray myself with the hose.
…overrated.
…my least favorite season.
…the time when you get down on your knees and thank whoever it was that invented ice cream.
…the season of the smell of freshly cut grass.
…a warm puppy. No, wait that’s “Happiness is”.
Um,…fresh tomatos off the vine.
…picking blueberries.
…a good long run on a hot day at twilight.
…cool night breezes in the bedroom window.
…waking up to birds chirping in the morning.
… sitting outside the bars, drinking and watching beautiful women go by. As the sun sets over the Amsterdam canals.
Damn, it’s hot and Lord knows I wasn’t built for hot weather. But I still love summer!
…Waking up on a warm,cloudless,blue skied morning.Your favourite girl smiling lovingly into your eyes “would you like a cup of tea dear?”.As you open the balcony doors,you deeply breathe in the scent of freshly cut grass,and you deeply appreciate the effervessence of a brand new summers day,the sweet soothing birdsong sending comforting sounds to your ears, then…boooooomphmk3phwooooooooooooooooooaaarffffsssss.RAF practising bombing raids… Or was that the missus?
" . . . gone, keep it in my heart–I want the summer back."
–Fuzzy, Summer Is Gone from the CD Hooray for Everything!
… lying on my back in the shade of a roll of hay in the freshly-mown field, watching the clouds and the bumblebees pass overhead as I daydream.
… kneeling, barelegged and bloody-kneed, in the hard gravel driveway, with my head and shoulders inside the oven-hot interior of my un-air conditioned black car, a dustbuster in one hand and a handful of paper towels in the other, trying desperately to clean dead insects and melted crayons off the upholstery.
… never hot enough in New York, unless you’re inside my car.
…Baseball season. Time to kick back with a lukewarm beer at Wrigley Field and cheer the Cubs on.
…Thunderstorm weather. Perfect for having sex in the backyard during a rainstorm.
…Not long enough. At least it wasn’t when I was in school.
…Jogging time. Right about dusk, you can normally see me killing myself trying to get in shape.
…The worst time to get married. The flowers suck. (Source: My ex-girlfriend, who worked in a flower shop)
…my time of year. (-War, “Summer”)
…hot sun, cold beer. Watching several baseball games simultaneously on TV. Driving with all the windows rolled down. Hitting the beach. Going to amusement parks (5 so far this year). Enjoying my job. Good sweat.
…fireflies, 100,000 of them.
…skinny-dipping at night with my boy in our secret pond.
…the perseid meteor shower
…Arcturus, Vega, Altair, Delphinus, Deneb, Antares, the Milky Way (sorry I have to be such a geek at times)
…scratching mosquito bites until they bleed and having all your clothes smell like harsh-smelling OFF…and enjoying this.
…almost warm enough to go swimming in the ocean in Massachusetts.
Throwing on your bathing suit and running through the sprinklers with the neighborhood kids. And in case you’re wondering, I did this last year…not just when I was little 
“…zzzzzzz…wha…oh shit, it’s 4 PM!”
Not now. 
Damn I’m getting sick of -6C in the morning.
But then again I get to drink cold beers in the sun while you guys freeze your butts off.
…the time when it gets too blasted hot and humid here and I wish it was post-summer (which you guys refer to as autumn I think) when it would be in the mid-80s instead of +100 F and those little rainshowers wouldn’t turn the landscape into a steambath…[pant, pant, pant]
[sub]I feel better now.[/sub]
…that time of year when I get the flu, leaving me fighting fever and chills when it’s 90F outside.
…turning the A/C down too low so that I can’t begin to get warm when the chills hit.
…recovering from a week of vacation at work.
…when the bitch goes on vacation.