Each year I remind myself that summer is not an awful season merely to be endured. I remind myself of that most often in August.
August in Georgia is humid, prone to sporadic and often frightening thunderstorms, and comes with unbearable heat. There are seats to scorch your bottom when you foolishly forget that they've been baking in the sun all day long. You dare not go outside barefoot even on the grass, and most certainly not if you have to walk across wooden porch floors, concrete patios or asphalt. OUCH!
And then there are gnats. Flies. Snakes.
There's not one holiday to relieve the agony of it either. No, August is not a pleasant month.
All of this.