I think it is safe now to say that summer is here and the heat is on. It’s been a long wait this year. We’ve worked hard getting the raised beds built and prepared for planting. Then there was the hauling and shoveling before seeding and planting could be done.
It’s time to sit back, relax a bit and admire the fruits of our labour.
I almost wept when I was gathering the greens for a salad this morning. The lettuce and kale were so tender, the colours translucent yellow, green and brown- next to the rows of carrots, radishes and onions. So beautiful they were – a feast for the eyes and palate. I reminded myself then, that I deserve more credit than I usually give myself.
These salad days of summer are meant to be tasted, savoured and enjoyed at leisure. It is the time for me to dig through the clutter and rubble of a life to find hidden and by- passed treasures. They are waiting with bated breath to be discovered. Am I up to the task?
I remembered Anne Lamott’s advice about writing a book. You write down as much as you can see through a one- inch picture frame.
“E. L. Doctrow once said that “writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” You don’t have to see where you’re going, you don’t have to see your destination or everything you will pass along the way. You just have to see two or three feet ahead of you. This is right up there with the best advice about writing, or life, I have ever heard.”
I have tested it out and it works, not just in writing but any task. It works especially well when I am faced with a difficult task. I don my Wonder Woman costume and tackle one-inch frame after one-inch frame.
In the end, after task was completed, I did not find it hard at all. No golden lasso nor bracelets were needed. It was just human inching along power.
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