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Nothing would make me happier than to have summer stretch on forever. Let me be more specific: I'd like to have 70-degree days with lots of sun, a few fluffy clouds, and a light breeze. I'd like it to rain gently overnight, bathing the flowers, before the sun rises on a green landscape.

That's kind of a frivolous wish, and one not likely to come true. The temperature here will approach 100 tomorrow. I'll have to remember to water the fig tree and the things in pots. I've already given up on the hydrangeas.

This year, as summer turns to fall, there's a better thing to wish for: To congratulate our first woman President in November. Nothing would make me happier than to spend four years hearing people say: Madam President.

The hydrangeas may be beyond hope, as the planet warms and the winters get wetter. Voting for hope, though, that's something we can do. Working for change; leaning into joy. Believing that what we say and do matters. Hope beats endless summer by a mile. It might even allow me to welcome the rain.