Somehow whenever we think of summer, the sun never seems to set until well into the evening leaving time for outside activities. The sun may be good for mental health, but climate wise it is the curse of global warming. Last year I recorded three of my favorite poems written about summer called “Fresh Air,” “Sail Across the Earth’s Oceans,” and “The Seaside Postcard.” All three poems with recordings can be found under the “Poems/Summertime” tab.