May, and this is the start of the first full month in June, or, as I like to call it: summer.
We all have different markers for when the season begins - the aforementioned holiday
weekend, the end of the school year, that blast of cold air as the office’s annual pre-set
AC comes on whether it’s 50 or 90 F. But without a doubt, June is the start, the first
month of summer, the month of weddings and graduations and my birthday, which is
why I know it’s so great.
I have certain rituals that mark the start of the season. First and foremost, I bring the
warm-weather clothing and the fans down from the attic, and carry the winter things up.
The parkas and scarves move from the foyer to the less-accessible front hall closet, and
the boots disappear in favor of sneakers and flip-flops.
There’s summer-specific beauty rites: a pedicure with bright nail polish and sunless
tanning lotion after showers (I wear it under my SPF 50 sunscreen.)
On the first really hot day, I’ll make myself cold tuna-mac salad, a 1960’s style dish that
was one of my mom’s staples back before she started replacing gobs of mayo with
heart-healthy alternatives. I’ll add a few things to my grocery list: lemonade mix, lime
and strawberry popsicles (which Google tells me I should refer to as frozen fruit bars,)
Miracle Whip (come at me, haters.)
And of course, as we discussed last week, there’s the joy of finding a horde selection of
Reds, what rites and rituals mark the start of summer for you?
HALLIE EPHRON: Ah, summer… Number one is opening the windows. This year I’m
having the windows washed, a pricey but necessary (at least once every five years)
fun watching the gawky hatchlings fledge. When you see four cardinals together and
not killing each other or mating, they’re nest-mates.
And on the watch for lady slippers at the base of trees on my walks.
And, oh yes, finding someone to help me hoist my a/c from the office floor and into the
window. It’s the only room I really need it for. Any volunteers??
LUCY BURDETTE: First is a tuna melt on rye when my favorite snack bar opens.
Deep River potato chips on the side. Pretty soon the farmers market will provide more
than greens and radishes, though we are enjoying lots of those!
RHYS BOWEN: Lucy and I have had a sneak preview of summer at our other homes.
It reached 95 before I left Arizona. Now I’m back in California with weather in the 70s.
My first summer task is to take heavy winter clothes downstairs and bring up summer
ones. Then go through and weed out those I no longer wear. (I wore a white jacket this
week. It’s after Memorial Day so I’m allowed to.)
Things I look forward to: Thursday farmers market with all that organic fresh produce.
And sitting out on my deck on a balmy evening, glass of Aperol Spritz in hand, enjoying
watching the sun slip below the hills.
JENN McKINLAY: Summer is…less fantastic for me. I’m saying good-bye to my weekly
unit is all good. You never want your AC to die when it’s 115. The pool starts getting
used daily to exercise the dogs - this is actually one of the highlights!
And my garden starts to shrivel up and die until late July when it’s time to plant the
pumpkins and hopefully a robust monsoon season will do the watering. Woo hoo!
And the highlight of summer is the annual trek to my mom’s summer house in Nova
Scotia. We count the days until we’re back on the Bay of Fundy, fishing in the trout
stream, hitting the local farm stands, and running on the beach! Can’t wait!
DEBORAH CROMBIE: The winter clothes migrated back into the attic here back in
April! But June does really feel like the beginning of summer, especially with all the
summer produce coming into the market and the frogs singing in the pond.
But every year I indulge in a little beginning of summer ritual–driving through our
But every year I indulge in a little beginning of summer ritual–driving through our
favorite barbecue joint. We have a great multi-awarded barbecue place but somehow
when it’s cold it drops off my radar.
But that first warm evening with the lengthening twilight, I love to drive
across town and sit in the drive-through line with the windows down, smelling the huge
smokers and watching the light fade over the western treetops. And if I get into the fried
okra before I get home, don’t tell…
JULIA: Readers, what starts your summer?
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