A new beginning...a new season. Summer. As I listen to the cicadas and watch the heat shimmer, see the thickness in the air that is southern humidity, look out and see the gorgeous clear blue sky with cottonball clouds, I know without a doubt that summer is here. Sweet tea is measured by gallons, not glasses. Nothing feels better that a cold, wet washcloth on the back of the neck. And the mowing and gardening must be done early, before the heat rises...so early the dew is still clinging to everything. Nights outside on the porch are wars...you vs. the mosquitoes. It is a time of gathering...shells from the beach...vegetables from the garden....fruit from the stands along the country roads....flowers to press and save....lightning bugs....stones ground smooth by the river current...that same river current we wade in to cool off....unbelievable treasures found at yard sales and flea markets....herbs from the farmer's market...homemade ice cream...a good book or two or three. Summer. A time of bounty....and therefore, hopefully a time of sharing...a time of preparation and preservation. A time to increase depleted supplies...both those within the home and within ourselves. A time to recharge and renew. A time to soak it in and breathe deeply. A time to make plans. A time to look within and learn about ourselves. Welcome, summer. Where, oh where, have you been?
"I must learn to love the fool in me...the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries." -Theodore Isaac
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