Then the heat came, without any warning. Sidewalks sizzled like a Saturday night steak in the frying pan. Windows closed, shades pulled down, to keep whatever cool air remained in the house from the night before.
When I was young, back in the 60's, spring was graceful and pleasant, giving rise to slowly letting winter lose it's grip. It was welcoming and gentle, the temperature climbed at a slow, steady pace, preparing the earth for hazy, hot and humid. Steamy, like lovers at a drive-in movie.
Today, once again, we scramble for the ice tea, lemon chicken salad with raisins and walnuts. Cucumbers sliced in sour cream and dill. There will be no turning the oven on. Dessert, of course, lemon sponge cake with a heavy sprinkle of powdered sugar.
Pull up a chair on the porch, summer just rolled in.