By 10am this morning it was already sweltering in the house. All the windows were open, but the tiny cross-breeze did little to dry the sweat pooling in the small of my back. I looked at the computer, beckoning with the work I needed to get done, and turned away. The last thing I wanted to do was sit in front of a machine that would generate more heat.
Instead I headed out to the back yard where, if possible, it was even hotter than in the house. I smiled. I really did. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, and I drank in the hot summer sun. After weeks of rain and an nonexistent spring, summer is definitely here.
I worked my way to the back of the yard where the inflatable pool had been abandoned on the last warm day last summer and tugged it out of the ivy that had crept over it. A little scrubbing later and the thing looked presentable. A lot of puffing later (Note to self, buy a pump already!) and the pool actually looked sound.
Even before the first drop of water had hit the plastic bottom, Little L had stripped off her pajamas and was dancing naked all around the pool. She clapped her hands with glee and jumped in as soon as I nodded in her direction. It didn’t matter that there was no water yet.
It didn’t take long for C to abandon the TV and come join her sister. Soon the pool was filled with water, rubber duckies, and two delighted little girls. They didn’t care that the water was frigid. They didn’t care that they had no suits on. They didn’t even care that the pool was a little dingy and battered.
It’s summer and it’s hot. That’s when you play in the wading pool.