Posts Tagged ‘summer’

It has been a rainy summer where I am.  It kind of seems like spring, only I look at the calendar and realize it’s actually August.

We’ve had days where the rain has fallen from morning until night, and days where the sun is shining one minute, and the clouds roll in the next.

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve wondered where my umbrella is, but can count on one hand the number of times I’ve pulled out the sunscreen.

In a word, it’s been wet.

Growing up in a place where it rains A LOT has given me a certain appreciation for rainy weather.  I love to fall asleep to the sound of the rain beating down on the roof and I can still lose myself for hours watching the path of the drops down the window pane.

But what may seem like fun in November or March definitely loses its appeal in July and August.

And so I have been complaining about the weather, just like everyone else; choosing to focus on the downside and ignore the beauty.

Until one day in my garden when I saw this.

A little drop.

A little drop.

Maybe a rainy summer isn’t so bad after all.

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the end is near

Just as surely as I could anticipate its arrival (summer days), I am now starting to sense its departure.

The calendar says we have a couple more weeks. A few more trips to the park, a few more strolls on the beach, a few more rocks to throw in the lake. But now, as I do each of these ‘just one more time’ I wonder if it will be the last.

When I walk out the door in the morning I’m met with a slight chill; not the wall of heat and humidity that met me just a few short weeks ago.

The schedule is starting to fill up – sports and music class registration, appointments, events. Summer is spontaneous and last minute; fall is contemplated and scheduled. I can start to see all of the balls lining up, a few more weeks of just looking at them before they will actually need to be thrown in the air and juggled.

But while there are definitely things I will miss about summer, fall is by far my favourite season.  A pot of soup simmering on the stove, chunky sweaters, soft jeans, brand new backpacks stuffed with pristine school supplies, kids brimming with stories about new teachers and new friends, crunching leaves on the sidewalk. I have always thought that fall is the season where endings and beginnings meet.

And while I may not be dreading the arrival of fall, I’m not quite ready to say goodbye to summer yet. And so I will sit on the back deck a few minutes longer, listen to the kids’ carefree voices, enjoy the feel of sliding my feet into a well-worn pair of flip flops, lean my face up toward the sun and feel its warmth on my cheeks.

I will smile, and savour a few more summer moments. The end is near.

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It’s been one of those days when I feel like I haven’t had a moment to take a breath. My mind racing with things that need to be done and my body frantically trying to keep pace.

Now finally I sit.

A few days off work to make the long weekend even longer. There are things to be done, plans already made, an anniversary to celebrate and family to see, but there will also be time to do nothing. Space in between the pre-set plans for spontaneity, maybe even laziness. A glass of wine on the deck, a meandering chat with a friend, a lazy stroll, holding hands, a few pages of a book, and maybe even a nap. Bliss.

I feel myself decompress, let go of my day, empty my mind, fill my lungs.

It’s the weekend.



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My kids finished school today. My hubby (a teacher) finishes school tomorrow. Needless to say, there is a teeny little bit of excitement at my house.

I, of course, still have to get up and go to work through the summer, which fills me with equal parts bitterness and relief. I stayed home with the kids for two years, let’s just say I’m familiar with the reality of it!

And although it may not be my ‘last day’, I always do feel a sense of excitement as we stand here on the edge of summer. I look forward to a loosening of the schedule that grips us so tightly during the school year; a break from evenings spent doing homework at the dining room table; no packing lunches and backpacks; no endless searching for the missing library book or permission slip. Time to sit, time to stop planning and start doing, time to get bored.

There’s just something about summer.

Sitting on the back step eating cherries and seeing who can spit the pits the farthest. Nightly trips to the park because it stays light so late and there’s no firm bedtime looming. A glass of wine on the deck, gently rubbing the condensation off the side of the glass with my thumb and breathing, really breathing, in a way that seems impossible in the middle of winter.

Spontaneous barbecues with friends. Fresh corn on the cob for dinner and just-picked berries for dessert. Undressing the kids before bed and finding pockets filled with sand and rocks, souvenirs of a day well-played.

Eating peaches and watermelon with the juices running down my chin. Sun-kissed cheeks, wind-swept hair and scraped knees – the natural beauty that comes only in summer.

There’s no predicting what this summer will bring but I’m excited to find out. Like a kid standing at the edge of a dock getting ready to jump, I’m going to close my eyes and take the plunge.

Here’s to all the wonderful summer days to come.

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