Our seasons move faster than yours and they are quick to succumb to Winter’s moods. I could do with less loyalty but who am I to argue. Winter is the master of the house; Spring, Summer and Autumn just shy visitors.
I’m so behind on my thoughts that I don’t even know what photos to post. Should I show you the magical rhododendron forest we stumbled upon when May turned to June?
Should I tell you about the visits in July to two other cities, new territory for me, and if so, should I pretend it was all glossy and glorious?
Should I share the joy of having my boys experience their first swim at an outdoors pool, their first barber’s haircuts and their first fresh green peas?
Should I mention that my ears are ringing from all the screaming in our household, and confirm that the terrible twos are not a myth? Real life isn’t all insta-perfect. It can get hectic and food-all-over-the-walls-messy.
I feel the need to rant about how people don’t mind letting their kids swim in water dirty with toxic algae, despite the big red warning signs, and how they boast of the excellent swimming in this country of pure happiness, but I would be repeating myself. I’ve already written about that. And it’s none of my business.
Tomorrow I’m returning to work after four weeks of holiday, feeling as tired as I was, already looking forward to my lunch break when I can finally take a few breaths. While watching the time, so as not to exceed the allotted 30 minutes, I’ll retreat somewhere by myself and just catch up on my calendar. Clean calendar, clear mind.
Summer continues, but it’s due to cool down. The strawberries aren’t as good anymore. The day trips are all done. It feels to me much like the very last day of summer. The ideas we didn’t have time to realize will have to wait yet another year.
Until we meet again, rosy cheeks and sun-bleached strands, your long-stretching rays of life are always appreciated.