It seems, that even in a pandemic, some things are normal. June remains the month where I post the least here on the blog; although I have been managing my daily 365 Snap blog all right as it takes less than 5 mins.
The twilight is a silent call every evening for outside time. Despite the gale force winds and the cool cloudy days I am drawn to the outside like a moth to the light. The creative attic time is lost in favour of creating on a growing canvas; a tapestry of colours, textures, sounds and smells that help me forgive it for the aches and pains as I toll on the land. The ever present hum of busy bees working away as I to work to provide food for the table. The blog writing time is instead spent pursing late night walks through a native prairie trail or down a country road; both full of an every changing variety of delightful sunsets. I feel, every year, like I could spent my whole life in June as the delights unfold; the near endless daylight a balm to a soul that seeks light.
The “dog days” arrive and with it will come the usual delights of summer. Picnic lunches on the grass with little helpers spreading out the beach blanket. Sprinkler time with water toys and giggles. Patio suppers and evenings spent in front of the fire pit; once again now able to host small groups of physically distant friends. Windows wide open late at night to cool the house and delight the senses with that wonderful smell that says “summer on the prairies”. I would, if I could, bottle that smell and those feelings to take upstairs with me on a cold bleak brown November day. There will be time then to enjoy that big inside space with creative molding of fabric, paper or words.
But for now life is outside. Just like normal. Covid19 didn’t change my spring much except allow me more time at home.