...Then you have to make it yourself. Summer, that is. The weather - cold, rain, fog, and more cold - still isn't cooperating, and it's all anyone can talk about here in coastal New England, ad nauseam. I feel the pain myself. After suffering through our raw winters, the least we can have is 90 days of relatively moderate weather. But not this year. This year we have already lost the possibility of a happy June, and are now in the process of ruining July. I need to move on from this topic, however. I mean, how long can one complain about lousy weather? I refuse to find out. And to help myself along, I'm posting a picture of an electrically-painted antique piece that will provide the viewer with a jolt of summertime color. If I can't have summer outside, then at least I will have it inside. And I promise: no more complaining. Until it gets too hot, that is. Then I'll be sure to have something to say.
