A lovely summer evening. It was a perfect afternoon, too. I’ve been able to sit in this space in perfect comfort. Perfect weather is rare this summer. It alternates between stifling heat, rain, wind, thunder and lightning. I’m enjoying this peaceful lull, watching the sunlight fade on the garage wall. I am sipping my decaf and tapping on the keyboard.
I’m late again with my words. Life happens as they say. Things come knocking on my day. Before I know it, a bunch of time is gone. So here I sit, making excuses again. What I didn’t do was to seize the day, the opportunities, the time. It is not a bad thing. Sometimes I just have to let things come and go. I am not what they call a go-getter. I am not lazy but I do like to daydream, heave my sighs and think about moving. I like to say it’s my natural state but that’s making excuses again. What it is, is that I have some bad habits.
This month of July, the month of the Ultimate Blog Challenge, I’m paying more attention. I’m being more mindful. I’m learning more about myself – the good, the bad and the ugly. I think I’m correcting some of my bad habits and behaviour. I’m working through my avoidance, getting over those ugly feelings of “I don’t want to…..and life is hard.” I’ve worked through those overwhelmed feelings by tackling one thing at a time. Multi-tasking is not good for my brain. I’m feeling less of my uglies – anxiety and depression. Life is easier. I’m sweating the small stuff less.
It is almost 9 pm. The sun is gone but it is still light. I can still see the blue of the sky. How wonderful the day. How wonderful my life.
I have to admit I am wilting in the heat of the weather and the stress of life. I pull no punches, pretending I live in La La Land. I have a pot of tumeric tea brewing, the fan oscillating in my writing space and counting my blessings. I’m grateful for seeing my mother this morning. She is feeling well and independent in her own home. She made soup for me. She also shared with me her gifted sticky rice. I am happy that she has such friends. They know she has limitations and is looking out for her. I have tears of happiness for her bounty of caring friends.
I wish the same for myself. I have alot to learn yet. I have not seen enough of the world or life. One thing I know for sure is, I can’t fight the heat. I can only limp along with however much strength it allows me. And it was tough last night. Sheba and I limped along well after the supper hour. It was very slow going in the heat and humidity of the evening. But we DID make it to the Dairy Queen. My furbaby behaved like a proper queen, behaving, not barking up a storm or jumping. We shared a hot fudge sundae, taking care she gets none of the chocolate. Next time I have to ask for an extra spoon for her. It was kind of messy using my finger.
What else can I say on another hot day in July? Life is not perfect. It is not a bowl of cherries. I have a fan. I have AC. I have Sheba. I have myself. My garden is doing fantastic. There’s a bird nesting in the grapevines. It’s still there. I’ve just scared it out of its nest with my curiosity. I still have all those bills yet to be paid. But I have a few days of grace yet. Oh yes. I like to attend Mass this afternoon. I hope I’m brave enough. It’s been a long while and it’s difficult to return. I feel like the prodigal daughter.
To help me along, I could get dressed and be ready. If I make it or not, I have set out the intention. What I have learned is that there is no forcing. You can’t force yourself or anyone else in doing what is not felt right. I will just have to limp along towards the promised land. That is also progress.
I think summer has finally come. We are rejoicing in the sunshine and the warm. It’s a bit of a shock to the system to adjust from a single digit temperature to a sizzling 30 degrees overnight. Some of us take refuge in the shade.
We have our first bloom in the flower bed. And the last two raised beds are planted with peppers, tomatoes and celery. Now it’s time to sit back and see how they do.
The sun is out in all its glory this morning. It is the 27th of August. Fall is in the air, but it has been a wonderful summer, even with the weather’s unpredictability…..even with all the rain and the ever-present lake in the back alley.
Believe it or not, the City of Saskatoon does listen to its citizens. And now the lake is no more even after an all-day rain. I will have to send them another email…one of thank you, for a job well done.
Our garden started off slowly and pitifully. The lettuce got crowded by the cress. The beans didn’t show and the peas were sparse. The radish didn’t radish. Neither did the kohlrabi and broccoli. And I wondered if we will get any tomatoes. Even the sweet pea failed us. Oh well! It did look good, lush and green. Who knew there was hardly anything edible?
But surprise, surprise! It was not a total failure. Yesterday I discovered the broccoli did brocc’ed. I found enough to serve us a meal. There was also a kohlrabi even though it was small and old. The beans took after a second planting and we’ve had a few meals. The carrots came, but not enough to satisfy Sheba. I found a couple of cherry tomatoes turning reddish, too.
So, all in all, the garden is like all of life. Some things turn out and some didn’t. Best to make notes for next year. Learn from our mistakes. Do more of what works. Take pride in our labours. Enjoy the sunrises and sunsets. Give thanks to the Universe.