If summer drives you away from where you live, your roots are indeed suspect. It's true that I grew up in Georgia, moved north one summer 30 years ago, and haven't lived anywhere south of Brooklyn since. You might accuse me of having some kind of compensatory agenda, like an ex-communist swung drastically to the right. With all this talk of summer, I am not thinking clearly. But neither will you.
Summer thickens everyone's intelligence.
Sir Thomas More. A knight, a saint, a humanist, a wit, a martyr and a man, famously, for all seasons. And yet a man so besotted by the idea of summer, evidently, that he would foist that season's worst weather off onto winter. Or maybe he's saying he'd rather put up with a cold snap in June than be burned, literally, at the stake in December.