I have a love/hate relationship with Summer. I really, really, dislike the heat - it makes me feel sick, and sweaty, and cranky and I don't like being any of those things. But I love how my garden looks. I love sitting in the yard in the early evenings, watching the hummingbirds come to feed, smelling the remains of the hot day being cooled off by the water as I soak the drooping plants. The pond fountain makes music, accompanied by the frogs, that soothes my soul. I love the sound of the neighbor kids playing in their pool, and love the smell of BBQ their dad makes most nights. I love watching my dogs enjoy the mud and the fresh air. The cats enjoy it, too, if they sneak out. They love rolling on the warm patio.
Some of my best memories of Summer include playing in the water at the One Mile Dam in Chico while visiting my grandparents, eating the apricots that had fallen from Granny's trees and into the cool grass. We lived close to the San Francisco, so it would often cool off nicely in the evenings. I love that my dad would line soda bottles up along the base of the screen door so the we could keep it open at night without the fear of burglars coming in (theory was that they would be scared away by the crashing bottles if they tried to open the screen door). Back then that was all it took for us to feel safe and well-cared for. Simple times.
I think Summer, in general, is simpler - slower paced, less hustle and bustle. Maybe it's just too hot to move fast, but it's better. I like slow.