I know Summer is here when cherries huddle together on their favorite branches and change color; Scarlet-Red, Burgundy and Blushing-Yellow.
When the Sun becomes an early riser, and the moon lazily creeps out to enchant her hungry friends; the wise owls, coyote choirs under the moon, and maverick like bats training a group of Top Gun graduates as they feast on mosquitos.
When the night-sky bejewels our galaxy like a Dimond dealer, spreading his gems on a black velvety cloth. And the blue-bird-sky puffs out little white clouds like a baby dragon trying to find its fire.
I know Summer is here with eyes closed when I walk along the beach and smell suntan lotion.