Since I'm a grown up and I can take a trip or do something fun, in theory, anytime I please, summer holds no special joy for me. In fact, summer is too hot, so I hereby declare it my least favorite season.

But it still tries to trick me. Case in point, please observe the pretty photo below (sorry for the bad resolution, all I had on my was a phone):

Now please note that while the sky and clouds are lovely and the reflection in the Hancock tower is pretty cool, it was roughly 90 degrees and 8000% humidity when I took this and my shirt was basically plastered to me with sweat. Don't get excited, it was not a pretty picture.

So I don't want to deny anyone any summer pleasures that they enjoy. I mean, there are some specific things that happen to take place during the summer that I enjoy such as Shakespeare on the Common and Free Friday Flicks and the Woods Hole Film Festival.

However, please note that in order of preference of seasons, I rank them thusly:

1. Fall
2. Winter
3. Spring (because really, spring in New England is one half winter that everyone's sick of and one half summer, which, as I've already explained, is my least favorite)
4. Summer

Thanks for playing summer, you lose.