Bad Mammalamma

FRUIT.  And no, I won’t be swayed by your rapturous descriptions of beaches, barbecues, or ballgames.  To my mind, Summer is the price paid for burgeoning, blooming Spring; crackling, settling Fall (my favorite); and burrowing, sparkling Winter.  BUT… then there’s the fruit.  I really, really love fresh fruit.  And tomatoes!  And all the other growing stuff that tastes bad the rest of the year.  (Excepting apples, bless ’em!)  So, for that, I suppose Summer gets a pass.  Just call me grumpy.. and get your hands off  that watermelon.