My heart is still stuck in summertime. For the first time I think ever I am wishing summer lasted about a month (or two) longer. Not just the weather but the whole package: kids out of school, lazy days, gardening, swimming pools, the hum of the air conditioners...
I want to wake up to the warm sun shining through the kitchen window. I want to walk around barefoot and sleep in. I want days and days without any agenda whatsoever. I want dinners completely prepared on the barbecue. I want to walk out to my garden before it gets too hot and water and tend to my lovely vegetables.
We are now heading into the holiday season (already! Ugh!). Halloween is less than two weeks away and my heart is still mourning summer. Still. I feel sadness that summer is over. Don't get me wrong, I moved to Idaho because I love, love, love the four different and distinct seasons we get, but for some reason summertime is not leaving my soul this year.
However.
My mind is totally ready for the season at hand: autumn. I am completely at odds with myself. My heart wants summertime warmth and freedom and my mind is completely on board for chilly mornings and soup for dinner.
I'm ready to hibernate and turn the fireplace on. I'm ready to close the windows and bring out my slipper socks. I'm ready to make hot chocolate and let clam chowder simmer away on the stove. I'm ready to bake with pumpkin and watch as my yard slowly goes to sleep.
I don't ever remember feeling such confliction and yet like it or not, my mind is going to win over my heart before long. I have no choice. Fall is in full force and the mornings are quite cool, the evenings getting shorter, the trees are turning bright reds and yellows, the desire for stews and soups and warm cobblers are screaming at me.
Sigh.
I do love this time of year but I can't help but to hold onto the dream of sitting by the pool on a hot summer day with nothing to do but water my garden and stay cool.
Only seven more months...
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