The weather is not summer. My summer is after Madrigal is over for the spring, which was very early this year, so it's summer, and a long one. Yay, summer!

I read Black Dogs online a while back, with no illustrations, so I can't comment on those, but I think it reflected a younger and less sophisticated author. :) (And oh woe for my easily embarrassed inner teenager.)

(Edited for spelling.)