hotter than blazes out there

Seriously, summer is the season I like the least. I love fall (leaves falling, pumpkins, Halloween, world's fairs, Thanksgiving). I appreciate winter (it is so poetic, and also I enjoy a few winter sports). I like spring and the flowers that bloom, along with the gentle breezes. I do not enjoy feeling like I'm in a toaster oven. I realize this is the important part of summer, because without it, I'm not going to get those tomatoes from the garden, nor my apples off the trees. But, I do dream of other seasons. And the Dog Days of summer are on the way, still.