It’s gotten to be that time of year when it can’t possibly snow again. The grass is growing. The trees are blooming. The sun is getting warm. It’s almost summer.
It seems like just yesterday that we were shoveling 30 inches of snow from the driveway. We didn’t see the sidewalk leading up to our front door for what seemed like months. But the winter is finally over. It’s almost summer.
Next weekend, the crowds arrive. Our quiet little town by the shore becomes a bustling resort. It’s like that feeling I used to have when I worked in summer theater just before the doors opened for the evening’s performance. It’s almost time for the show to begin.
It’s going to be a wonderful summer!