Missing summer weather...

Can you have Seasonal Affect Disorder in June?  I may have it.  The gloomy weather seems unrelenting.  Garden cushions indoors, sun umbrellas collapsed, rain umbrellas open, drying out.

Here's a poem by Jane Kenyon, one of my favorite poets, to conjure up some summer.

Coming Home at Twilight in Late Summer

We turned into the drive,
and gravel flew up from the tires
like sparks from a fire. So much
to be done--the unpacking, the mail
and papers...the grass needed mowing...
We climbed stiffly out of the car.
The shut-off engine ticked as it cooled.

And then we noticed the pear tree,
the limbs so heavy with fruit
they nearly touched the ground.
We went out to the meadow; our steps
made black holes in the grass;
and we each took a pear,
and ate, and were grateful.

From Otherwisek Jane Kenyon, 1996