This August will mark one year of not working. One year of staying home, of making my own schedule and trying my darndest to keep it. One year of not driving at least twenty miles to the nearest town, of not going into the ditch during a storm, of not hitting deer or pheasants or coons.
One year of making peace with myself, with home.
It’s been pretty swell, I suppose, except for those long, never-ending winter days. And if you’ve been stopping in here now and then, you know what I am talking about…
But summer, oh sweet summer… you puts those winter blues to shame.
Because summer means produce gardens, blooming flowers, pups on the deck, walks with friends, sandy beaches, bright nail polish, iced coffee (not really), driving around, The Bachelorette (did I just say that?), books, animals and so much more.
Freely marching to your own beat.
It also means a bit of travelling, of camping… of campfires. Of four-wheeler rides out to pasture, toward a lone tree welcoming me.
Summer means a lot of things.
So that’s a little of summertime around here.
I’d love to hear a few of your favorite things about summer, and what it means to you?