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Summer showed up today.  Unannounced.  Unlike the summer that we have known before, she who flutters and giggles throughout the backyard, hiding behind blackberry brambles and swinging her bare legs from high atop apple tree limbs, this summer came heavy and bloated.  We didn't get the chance to chase her, she blasted in, grasping at our bodies and smothering our breath.  Any welcome we may have mustered was wiped away with cool cloths and washed down with ice water. 

Spring was still packing up her things.  Summer didn't seem to care and uncermoniously pushed her out.  Her lilacs and apple blossoms left behind, limp and pale,  like a nightgown on the back of a motel bathroom door. 

Summer snorted at our furrowed brows and labored sighs.  Her jowls jiggled and her sausage fingers chucked our chins and so soon we started to hate her. 

We passed each other in the halls, the streets, the aisle of the grocery store and our weary eyes bespoke of summer's premature capture.  The ONE, the one in every crowd who starts that spiteful cliche was immobilized by hateful glares even before the saying was said, "It's not so much the heat but the...."  It is too early. 

There are rumors that this is not truly summer.  It is a blatant imposter and spring is planning an attack this evening.   I pray this is so, for the opression of the heat has made me light headed and dare I say a tad dramatic?  

Smiles from HELL the farm,
Lisa