Labor Day weekend is upon us. In a blink of an eye, I went from just getting over the fact we had an epic fail barbequing on Memorial Day weekend, to now, the end of summer. How did this happen?
Honestly, I’m sad.
My summer times have changed so much over the years. We used to go hiking, biking, and travel all over during the summer months. But, for various reasons our summers have turned into nursing a sore leg, my husband’s feet issues (plantar fasciitis) and our senior kitty who is now completely deaf. No complaints, I am happy to be alive and things could be way worse. I’m just sad because as summers go by, I’m guessing times of being (or feeling) younger and biking and lots of travel are probably over for us. I wish we both had appreciated those experiences a little more. We kind of took them for granted and acted like we’d always being doing them. I know once we are in our forever home–we will definitely be busy taking care of it for the first few years. So, I guess we’ll live with the memories and going forward learn to appreciate our experiences a little bit more.
The beginning and end of the seasons passes by faster every year. I know my elders told me this when I was growing up. I know it to be true. But, I still wonder why and I’m serious about figuring out a way to slow it down.
Where spring is the season of renewal, summer is the season of full bloom and fruit (+the fruit of our labors). A time to restock, replenish, and, of course, rest. I love the warmth, the sound of, the feel of, every single thing about the growth of, color, life, and light, of summer.
Summer is almost gone. Get out and enjoy the last little bit of the new life it brought with it. Soon, all the insects will tuck back into bed, the forest floor will begin to break down all those beautiful leaves, days will be shorter, longer nights, and then cold.
xoxo
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