I absolutely agree with this statement.
Summer is the time of hiking, camping, long warm nights; discussions under the moon and the food are cooked on the fire. It is time of swimming in the sea, laying on the beach with warm pebbles (polished stones) and enjoy the sun. It is only time to eat hot corn and cold ice-cream at once.
It is the only time when you spend hours with your favorite book on the grass.
In summer you can eat only watermelons, raspberry, and peaches or make fresh tasty cocktails all day along. You can pick apricots or cherry directly from the trees and enjoy their taste.
In summer time you wear sarafans, colorful dresses, shorts and beautiful jewlery. You go barefoot, wear flip-flops, or whatever you want. It is time when you needn’t weary thousands of clothes on your son & listen to his suffering cry because he hates to put on clothes at all and that many especially.
In summer the flowers come out with beautiful colors and when you are in the mountains there is nothing better than this colorful landscape. I love the hot air, the feeling of the sun on my face and birds singing in the morning.
I am waiting summer the whole winter; I feel its breath in spring; I enjoy it every day during three sunny months, I feel sorry for it in the fall. If I can, I would live in a country, where the most days of the year are summer, in Spain or Italy, for example, and I would never long for the snow or the golden leaves on the trees.
