Niagara Gazette — Everybody loves summer. So much so that for nine months of the year Western New Yorkers spend a portion of every day (and a larger portion of their Facebook status updates) complaining about the non-summer weather and pining for July. Who amongst us hasn’t seen a picture of a group of friends on a beach pop up on their Facebook/Instagram/Twitter feed with a caption like “me and my crew at the beach last summer, wish we were there right now #TBT (Throw Back Thursday).”
Brace yourselves, I’m about to say something controversial: Summer is not my favorite season. In fact, it’s barely a season at all.
I know what you’re thinking and you are correct. “Summer” is an officially recognized season. In agricultural communities it’s a time of maintaining the growth of crops — after the spring planting season and before the fall harvest — in which the number of hours of sunlight is optimal, and in a pre-electric era afforded more time to accomplish everything that had to be done during the day.
But for those of us not involved in farming, summer isn’t so much a set of occupational obligations as a list of activities and fashions that are only viable for a short time. Going to the beach, tanning outdoors, drinking gin-and-tonics ... if you add those things to a list that includes “find someone to take care of the kids while I’m at work” and “wear shorts,” you basically have all of the elements that characterize summer as we know it.
In my opinion, winter is hands-down the most legit of all seasons. Let me explain. Summer is great, but how much of your mind is occupied by traditionally summer things? Do you have a favorite swim suit that reminds you of your grandma? Have you ever attended an ugly beach towel party? What’s your favorite summer song?