Summer is here for someone

The air is dry. This is not the way a Summer morning in Central Georgia should happen. It is very sunny and it will be hot later in the day. But it is very dry.

Is this the global warming that Al Gore talks about?

I know there is a line of demarcation north of the Georgia border which is keeping the front and the moist air north of us. There are supposed to be thunder storms in the afternoon every day this week. But they are supposed to be scattered. Not the kind of front we need to soak the plants and the grass in our yards.

Two years ago, we got a sufficient amount of rainfall. Of course, the Gulf Coast got even more.

I was thinking about when I was a young teenager. When school let out, we would dress early in the morning and walk up to the top of the hill. A lot of our friends and school mates would be gathering for the first full day of summer vacation. We would sit around on the side of the street and talk about next to nothing. Not a care in the world. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to plan for.

Sure, our parents would be planning trips to Florida or up to the farm in Tennessee. Money would be set aside. Telephone calls would be made to relatives.

But we were cut loose. Free as the little, chirping birds we were. The only thing we needed to worry about was what nights we would sleep in the woods and which nights we would sleep at someone's house. Or how much time we had before summer football practice started.

Everything else was watermelons, peaches, homemade ice cream and sweet iced tea. Oh, for just a little more of that.