Okay, fifteen minutes ago it was April and cold and miserable and now suddenly it's coming up on 4th of July week. Where has time gone?
It's been two years since my mother passed away, and it seems like a couple of weeks--tops. I mean, why else would I think, "Oh, I need to call and tell her....?"
Summer starts when we open our family cottage. That was in late April. I've been there for three weeks (off and on) to do writing retreats--just me and my cat, Fred. (He's not very good company. He lies around and sleeps a lot.)
The lilacs came and went.
The BIGGEST community yard sale happens the first weekend in June. Been there, done that! (Didn't find much, but I did get fried dough and Mr. L got his $1 hot dog at 9 am that he always looks forward to.)
Last weekend we had two of the hottest days on record for June. (Which makes me dread the rest of the summer.)
But there's still lots to look forward to.
- Weekend (2-martini) lunches at our favorite restaurant(s).
- The Vintage Car Show
- The Owen Shores jewelry sale (and hope they have a yard sale later this summer)
- Lunch at the Sherwood Inn
- Our 26th wedding anniversary
- more yard sales with treasures yet to be found
- the Jazz and Wine Festival (where do you think I got the idea for Booktown #11?)
- Labor Day
- The big Pultneyville community sale
- The Harvest Festival
There's lots more to look forward to. Like local sweet corn, picking my tomatoes, cutting gladiolas to sit on my dining room table, watching my niece splash around in the pool and shouting, "Aunt Du-wane, look what I can do!" Thunderstorms with lightning slashing the darkened sky. Rain on the roof.
Okay, I won't rush the summer. There's so much to do and get done during the next three months.
What's your favorite thing/event in summer?
