I am a summer person living in a country with four seasons. In the last century, when I was young, the four seasons were equal in length and intensity. Now things have changed, one season has become dominant. Summer, of course, has bitten into both spring and autumn. These, in turn, took more from winter.
The seasons have now changed thus... an extended summer and a more compressed spring, autumn, and winter!
Summer is not only longer but also hotter, a hot summer, and quite unbearable at its peak.
Under these conditions I have to think why I still like summer, even if it is harder to bear now...
Surely this attraction for summer comes from my childhood spent in the country, during summer holidays. Those holidays spent in the country, with my grandparents, were the happiest parts of my life.
That part of my childhood meant absolute freedom, the only time I was free in my life. Every day, from morning until late at night, I spent in the fields with my playmates. We didn't even go to the grandparent's for lunch.
Food was all around us. Fruit, primarily. Then potatoes and corn later in the summer. We'd build a fire and bake the potatoes we'd dug out of the ground, bake the corn on the fire. Some of my friends had to take care of the cows... so we had milk to satisfy our hunger and thirst.
That's when summer came to me! I didn't even feel the heat of the sun. I loved so much to watch the golden field of wheat ears, to see in the distance how the air moved in the heat.
For me, summer has the smell, the smell of mown wheat, summer has taste, the taste of fruit and baked potatoes, summer has sound, especially the sound of cicadas coming out of nowhere. This sound that I heard all the time I didn't even know who made it but it stuck in my brain and whenever I hear it I remember summer. In fact, only summer can be heard!
Everything good and pleasant passes quickly, unfortunately. So does childhood. However, I was left with a passion for summer, to which was then added a passion for the sea! I live quite far away from the sea and got to the sea quite late, only in my late teens.
Summer goes very well, best of all, with the sea. After I stopped going to the country, to my grandparents, I started going to the sea. I waited, as I still do, with great impatience for summer to come so I could run away to the sea. Because I always saw a lot of poppies on the roadside when I went to the sea, I made a connection between summer, the sea, and poppies.
When the poppies bloom it's time for the sea!
I remember with nostalgia my little old car on the way to the sea. I always made many stops to enjoy the vast fields of wildflowers and wheat fields. I would also stop and turn off the car engine to enjoy the almost deafening chorus of cicadas.
The road to the sea passes only through the plain. Wide, almost endless spaces. Three colors dominate the landscape. Yellow. green and red...
From Bucharest, the city in Romania where I live, I can reach the Black Sea, on the highway, in two hours. Although I always want to get there as soon as possible, I don't choose to drive on the highway. I prefer secondary roads, which go through endless fields. This landscape is breathtaking. Especially when a storm is coming!
The road leading to the horizon, the endless plain gives me an extremely pleasant feeling of freedom. For a city dweller like me, cramped in narrow streets and tall houses, this image of the plain gives me peace and quiet.
Summer isn't all sunshine and warmth. The reverse is just as spectacular. Summer storms are violent and violently beautiful, summer isn't all sunshine and warmth.
They start out of nowhere and end abruptly, letting the sun's rays caress the countryside again. A meadow that has had its blessed share of water.
Summer is a wonderful season. Until I get too "fried" it remains my favorite season.