Lazy Days and Random Thoughts

If you check in here regularly, you know I haven’t posted for awhile.

 

However, if you check in regularly when summer is bright and glorious outside your window, then you need to leave the computer, okay?

 

You’d think that a writer would get a lot of words put down during the summer months—the days are longer, often the workload is lighter. But I’ve never been a good summer writer. In fact, I’ve given myself permission to take summers off, when it comes to a serious writing schedule. After a point, a person must listen to her inner wisdom and heed her soul’s desires. And what I really want to do, now that it’s summer, is play gin rummy with my husband in the evenings, after supper on the porch.

 

What I really want to do is read fun books—crime novels or mysteries or summer classics such as Boy’s Life, To Kill a Mockingbird, and Dandelion Wine. I want to lie in my hammock and stare up through the branches of our large and lovely ash tree. I want to take naps in my hammock.

 

I want to try out new recipes, preferably those that require the herbs that are thriving in my little garden: rosemary, sage, thyme, oregano, parsley, mint, basil. I want to enjoy leisurely cups of tea on the backyard swing and watch the sparrows party at the bird feeders.

 

(By the way, our neighborhood now has a pair of hawks or falcons of some kind, down at the north end of the street near the train tracks. They’ve been around for several days and appear to live here now. One grabbed something out of our back yard just feet away from where I sat one evening—and flew up to the neighbor’s roof peak with a small something in its talons. A baby squirrel? A mouse or bird?)

 

I want to come home, put on loose clothes, and eat watermelon that is salted and drizzled with fresh lime juice.

 

And when it’s too hot to stay home (we do not have air conditioning), then it’s time to go to the movies, sit in a cool, dark theater eating messy super nachos and sharing a large Coke with Jim.

 

If you haven’t slept on a porch in the summertime, you have been deprived. We haven’t been in our bedroom since May.

 

So, I hope I don’t disappoint anyone by allowing this blog to slog along more slowly during these months. When it’s winter, I’ll need to type just to keep warm. Then you’ll hear more from me. And in the autumn, my best writing hormones kick in, so enjoy my silence while you can.

 

Comments

[Laura Droege]

Hey, it sounds like you know what summer is intended to be: a restful season filled with beauty and joy. I envy you that porch and hammock (but not the lack of A/C)! Enjoy your summer!

[Jordans 5]

Henceforth will we shed only tears of sweat, for those of sadness or remorse or frustration are of no value in the market place whilst each smile can be exchanged for gold and each kind word, spoken from my heart, can build a castle.