In case you were in doubt, the Editorial Board of The New York Times is pro-summer:
No matter how we think of summer, it is, astronomically speaking, like any other season — a segment of the sun’s annual voyage north and south as seen from Earth. Forget the beach towels and the sunscreen. Celestial summer has nothing to do with us. It may seem like the time of year when we drive to Yellowstone or the Grand Canyon, but it is really the season when the sun begins to set a little farther south each day.
Most of us live within these temporal abstractions easily enough. And no matter what the clock, the calendar or the scientists say, the season is whatever our senses and emotions say it is. It may feel like summer in early April or fall on a cool, gray day in July. The calendar wants to apportion just so much summer and no more. But we know better. We’ll take whatever summer we can find, whenever we can find it.
Tomorrow on the Editorial Page, “Puppies: Super Cute Or Super Adorable?”
