Summer Thoughts

In my early days as a teacher, summer was my writing time. Before marriage and children, summer days were long and lazy with few distractions. In my free time, I could either read or I could write. A lifetime later, with children grown, and only my much-loved but elderly dog to worry about, I expected this summer to be a reincarnation of my youthful ones. Reading. Writing, a soft drip of endless time to think and imagine, to feel and write. 

Perhaps it's the past few weeks of punishing rain or the time warp presented by the pandemic, maybe it's just the normal response to growing older,  but this go-round I've yet to  feel summer's luxurious lethargy. July's intermittent days of sunshine have been unable to massage away a sense of urgency. There's my work in progress, my monthly blog, and new ideas that bounce in my brain and beg for attention. 

I'm not complaining, just explaining this months blog entry, a lullaby plucked from another summer 
which may yet be appropriate for this one. 

Summer is here,

Winter is done,

Gone is the cold chill 

that left us alone;

Summer is here,

The sun’s warm and bright, ^♫

Gone is the cold, dark night.

Seasons come,

Seasons go,

Warm spring rain

Comes from cold, bitter snow;

And summers will come,

Sweet in the rain,

Summers will come,

They always will come,

Summer has come again...

Wishing all my readers a safe and restful summer 💕