These are the weeks of the year when the weather in Maine has caught up with the great weather everywhere else. The temperatures are in the 90s, the streets are empty, and everyone is at their camp, taking a cooling dip in a lake or river or the ocean. It feels like high noon in a western movie, only crickets chirping, if you stay in town. With the weather, half of the Mainers are elated, the other half wants the snow back. I am not in the mood for cooking, only drinking buckets of ice tea and reading an ebook in the shade. Summer.