…until I’ve eaten a home-grilled bratwurst and onions
…until I’ve listened to Jimmy Buffett’s Fruitcakes album one sunny afternoon
…until the outdoor pools are open
…until the outdoor theaters are open!
I could add…
until the first tropical storm/hurricane thread. Arlene is now a tropical storm. Yep, it’s summer!
Summer isn’t summer till it’s finished.
Winter is cold and wet.
Summer means Santa comes 
…until I take a death-grip on the ski-rope handle and yell: “Hit It!”
…Until I’ve filled the bathtubs and washing machine in advance of a Tropical Storm/Hurricane warning. (Yep!)
…Until I’ve cauterized the backs of my thighs on leather car upholstery. (Yep!)
…Until I can sit on the porch and listen to the grass growing. (Yep!)
…Until the children have gotten over their thrill at being out of school, and piped up with “Mom, I’m booooored!” (Yep!)
…Until I’ve awakened to abandoned zucchini on the front porch. (Yep! Plus snap beans, tomatoes, crookneck squash, cukes, bell peppers, etc. I’m running a veritable veggie rescue mission here, but I’m not complaining!)
And when come home, get pie.
Until the first fig beetle buzz-bombs my head, scaring me senseless.
Huh? What do all of you mean? Oh, the summer weather where it gets really hot. Locally, we’ve got that scheduled for starting the first week of July - although we can have heat waves at any time.
Until school lets out!
(I’m long past school age, but my husband is a teacher.)
…until it’s almost 10 p.m. and there’s still a bit of twilight in the sky.
Freaked me out a bit during my first summer in Idaho. Back in Missouri, it’d get dark a little after 9, tops.