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The days are getting longer and warmer – at least in the Northern hemisphere. Schedules are being rearranged with longer hours for swimming-pools and parks. Bike races have started, festivals and concerts under the stars will soon follow. To plagiarize a famous Christmas song, “it’s beginning to look a lot like summer”.

As far as I am concerned I look forward to meals outside – preferably barbecues – more and longer walks along nature trails, a couple of trips and the surprises the season will bring.


Novels often have summer as their backdrop. In We Were Liars and Ordinary Grace – two books I read rather recently – it soon become obvious to the reader that summer is part and parcel of the plot. And of course, as you well know, numerous poets have written about the summer.

Summer Song

William Carlos Williams, 1883 – 1963

Wanderer moon
smiling a
faintly ironical smile
at this
brilliant, dew-moistened
summer morning,—
a detached
sleepily indifferent
smile, a
wanderer’s smile,—
if I should
buy a shirt
your color and
put on a necktie
where would they carry me?

So I’d like to ask you today what you particularly like about summer and whether you have any plans for the coming weeks.