I admire the folks who choose to deal with cold. My friends in Canada and Alaska are hardy types who would consider the twenty-degree temperatures we've been having here as sweater weather. They'd break out the tanning lotion and mop their sweaty brows. I am not hardy. Cold is anathema. But let me assure you that heat, when much above the eighty-degree level is also not on my "Love It" list. There is nothing whatsoever wrong with mid-seventies though. That gets my vote, my praise and my adulation. The snow-boarders can have the slopes, the surfers can have the waves.
Please, I'll have just a spot in the shade, in a green country garden, on a mild summer afternoon. Please?