In the Summertime

This cold and grey Winter’s day here in Sydney is the perfect time to daydream about what I’m looking forward to in Summer. Not that my family do Summer holidays or plan any special activities. What I look forward to are the little things.

I can’t wait to stop having to wear layer upon layer of clothes. My wardrobe mainly consists of Summer dresses and shorts and t-shirts that are waiting to see daylight. Denim shorts are my favourite item of clothing, and I look forward to squeezing into them as soon as the weather warms up.

I look forward to not having a stray tissue left in the pocket of my jacket that gets thrown into the washing machine. I can’t wait until the sun is out in full-force to dry my laundry. There’s a special smell and feeling with clothes that have dried out on the washing line.

I look forward to seeing green everywhere I go. Lush green lawns and bushy green trees, plus pops of colour as the flowers show off what they’ve got. I can’t wait to lie on the soft green grass and stare up at the bright blue sky, watching the clouds drift by and feeling a warm breeze caress my Summer-tan skin. I look forward to smelling the scent of jasmine in the air.

I can’t wait to have longer days. Warm days. And I look forward to magical Summer sunsets.

2 thoughts on “In the Summertime

  1. Mark Anderson says:

    Hi, Sandy. I enjoyed your take on the glories of Summer! Your descriptions are very well done. I can almost smell the jasmine wafting through summer’s atmosphere. And the freshness of laundry that has been dried on the clothesline outside comes through very clearly. Nice post! 🙂

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