We’ve arrived at the threshold of summer break. Ten weeks and some change. A lot can get done in that time. Or not. I’ll be writing, just not here. I need to focus my efforts on other things, other people, other parts of me. I need to use the full light of the summer sun to parse through some well worn paths and people that might not make sense any more, and follow other ones that do. I’ll also use those glorious rays to read a stack of books I’ve been building over the past few weeks, and strive for one of my best gardening years yet. My girl and I are going to teach Zoe some fun tricks, and keep our library cards busy. I’m going to soak it all in.
So please, enjoy your summer too. Read. Sip lemonade and tea. Lounge in the shade. Take a nap near an open window. Kick your shoes off at lunch. Do the things that fill you up with joy and bring ease to your day.
I leave you with this wonderful poem to tuck in your back pocket.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
Copyright (c) 2015 Kristen M. Ploetz