Showing posts with label possibilities. Show all posts
Showing posts with label possibilities. Show all posts

Friday, June 28, 2019

Summer Time and Writing

Barbara's post this week captured a bit of what I'm feeling at the moment. I'm having a hard time concentrating on all the work I planned to get done during the months from end of spring semester to beginning of fall. I have deadlines to meet and writing to be done. But the blue sky and the sunshine is calling to me.

This is rather odd because my favorite season is autumn. I love the chilly mornings and evenings, and the leaves changing colors, with the hint of smoke in the air, and the taste of hot apple cider, and the sense of snuggling in for the winter. Summer, on the other hand, leaves me anxious. I don't like heat and humidity. Dawn comes too early for a night owl. And -- worst of all -- I need to pay attention to the weather report. I don't like thunder and lightning, especially being caught outside or on the road when a storm sweeps in.

But I love the colors. I love looking across our one-way street at the lavender and other plants along my neighbor's walk. I love the yellow daffodils growing beneath my front windows. I have purchased seeds for wild flowers and waited for warm weather to sprinkle them. I intend to plant them in my pocket-size backyard. If the seeds become a riot of color, I'll be able to watch the butterflies who come to drink from them.

I'm thinking of putting up a bird bath. The birds would enjoy it, and so would my cat, Harry, who would sit in the window watching them with his tail twitching. 
Not an outdoor cat, my Harry, but he sits in the window, sniffing the air on summer mornings.

In summer, I want more color around my house and on it. My vinyl siding is a pale cream. Not a color I would have chosen. This summer, I want to paint my front door. Change it from teal to pink or orange or blue gray. Paint the steps slate gray or navy blue. And when I drive up to my house, my  house will make me smile. Maybe a pale yellow door. . . and more flowers in my front yard.

I think that the colors of flowers, houses, and clothing worn by people in sandals and sneakers are the best part of summer. That and ice cream -- a bowl of butter pecan or a fancy dish of vanilla with crumbled cake and nuts from the ice cream shop in the mall with the open design that is perfect for summer strolling.

If I have ice cream in summer, then a salad is all I need for dinner. In summer, even a small meal is sufficient when it has all of the colors of the season. 

Seafood, too. I'd like to take a walk along the shore and stop for lunch.

Maybe I should find a place to sit down in a park and write there. The best part of summer is that I can decide where and when I'll write.

Summer still reminds me of when I was a child. The endless days filled with possibilities. Not a bad feeling when there is writing to be done.