The garden is tilled, the lettuce is sitting in the cold frame having its day in the sun. (Putting plants out for the day and bringing them in at night reminds me a bit of Dr. Spock's c. 1950 advisement that mothers put their infant outside in the pram for a good hour of sun and airing every day!)
The sun is out, and, the semester is nearing its end.
It is hard to believe that we have been here a full nine months. Perhaps because of the connection to birth that nine months seems significant. We have now experienced all four seasons, and all but two months. The sweetest of months, in my book, are yet to come.
I am eagerly anticipating summer. Thrilled to actually have one. A real one. Sure, I will be doing things like planning a Women's Studies course (exciting!), and revising my chapter that is appearing in a forthcoming book, but most of the summer will be spent working in the garden, spending more time with friends, and reading for fun. We are not planning on going anywhere -- sorry mom and grandma. Instead we are going to stay on our little seven acre plot and watch things grow. I am heartily looking forward to the laziness of hot days, the boredom of midsummer, and that delicious feeling -- usually experienced in early August -- of the anticipation of starting the cycle all over again.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment