“I love summer!”
Jane sat on a log and saw a bee. “I love summer! I love bees and grass,
and flowers and the sun!”
Jim sat next to
Jane. “I love winter! I love snow and ice and snowmen and snowballs!”
“Why do you want
it to be cold? It’s always cold in Scotland. In winter my hands get cold
and I have to put on mittens. The snow is white and when the sun is out,
it makes me go blind. I don’t like winter.” Jane rubbed her arms. Just
talking about snow made her cold.
“I don’t like
summer. It is so hot and I get thirsty all the time. I don’t like bees and
flowers are for girls.” Jim took a sip of water from his cup. “See! I’m
already thirsty just thinking about summer. I love swimming in the North
“Why don’t you two
just enjoy spring? It’s not summer yet and it’s not winter any more. I
love spring!” Jane’s mom giggled. Jane and Jim ran over to the fence and
saw a baby cow.
“In summer, the
cow will be big,” Jane said.
“In winter, the
cow will be bigger,” Jim said.
“Let’s go in the
house now and have some hard boiled eggs,” Mom said, so they did.