Summer in Germany, between shorts and fleece jacket.
Summer these days starts in April (sometimes in March). And it possibly could just rain all June. Summers are no longer reliable (no, I’m not complaining, it’s better than 120% humidity, believe me). That’s why we have to be out and enjoy while the temperatures are up and the sun is out and the sky heavenly blue.
Summer is when most colleagues are on holiday. Summer is eating ice-cream. Summer is driving top down (if I had a convertible). Summer is sleeping with open windows (including mosquito bites). Summer is BBQ. Summer is Flipflops. Summer means wonderful smelling rose gardens everywhere. And the smell of tomatoes. Summer means Aperol Spritz after work. Summer time is awesome.
My favorite thing to do: laying in the lounger watching the clouds go by.
A cooling drink: water with fresh mint from the garden. Hubby’s comment: that’s a waste, better keep it for the mojito or caipirinha.
Summer is when the kitchen is flooded with first sun raises in the morning while making coffee.
Dear summer, please stay forever. Or at least a little longer?
Enjoy!
Stuttgart547 