Summer--when I was young it meant long, lazy days in my outdoor hideout, reading books from the end- of-school book fair. Later it was trips to the swimming pool and the smell of suntan lotion and chlorine, the jangle of my friend's transistor radio. A cherished week or sometimes two at the beach was always the highlight of summer days, when we could fall asleep to the lullaby of the waves.
Summer on the farm was always a sweaty labor of love--keeping up with the garden and dealing with its produce--canning, blanching, freezing.
Nowadays my summer is more leisurely--some Josie duty, to be sure, but chiefly I'm focused on the Zen rules for a happy life.
Brew the tea correctly.
See that the house is warm in winter and cool in summer.
And really, it's enough.
2 comments:
I know what you mean. We just had a nice tea time with no tea with granddaughter #2. Blueberry muffin, strawberries and conversation. She wanted to tell us about ballet camp today and gymnastics last night. We sat out under the umbrella and enjoyed the lovely first day of summer.
Yes, the simple things are enough these days. Especially the tea!
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