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“Here comes summer”.

Posted by Big John on May 27, 2012

Summer seems to have arrived early and the weather is far too pleasant to be stuck in front of a computer in  our spare bedroom my study so I am spending some time on the small paved area outside the kitchen door patio. My patch of grass lawn looks brown immaculate and my flower pots beds are showing a few green shoots alive with colour.

I listen to next door’s bloody dog barking the bird song and a neighbour’s ancient lawn mower the hum of a passing bumblebee. I can smell someone’s stinking barbeque the sea on the cooling breeze and keep an eye on the crapping seagulls a nesting song thrush.

Enough of this idyllic scene, for ’tis time for a couple of pints some cool refreshment, so it’s off to the ‘family friendly’ pub “Ye Olde Hostelry” to join the shaven headed, tatooed, lager swilling morons local gentry and their obese bare bellied old slags elegant ladies.

On the way I stop to watch some foul mouthed little brats kicking the shit out of each other happy, laughing children at play in a vandalised bus shelter meadow filled with litter wild flowers and butterflies.

I have to wonder, could this be … ?

“One of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going” … L.M. Montgomery.


5 Responses to ““Here comes summer”.”

  1. grannymar said

    They turned on the summer for the Jub… Jub… whatyamacallit.

  2. rummuser said

    Here in Pune we are at the tail end of the summer and the temperature has started to fall to comfortable levels. In another ten days or so, the monsoon will set in and everything will change. Needless to say, all of us are eagerly awaiting the monsoon.

  3. Reading between the lines, I discerned that the onset of your summer may not have been completely wonderful, except anything that motivates a trip to the pub can’t be all that bad. Here, summer started as well . . . it was sweaty. I went to the pub anyway.

  4. Ginnie said

    Oh, John …only you would see the great beauty as you describe it ! I liked it enough to send a copy of it to my oldest son who is a bit of a curmudgeon too !!

  5. joared said

    Oh, I like these “take my pick” of the version of the story to believe.

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