I love the changing seasons, but I must admit to finding summer the biggest challenge. In 1976, I suffered extreme heatstroke and ever since I can't seem to handle temperatures over 78 unless there's little to no humidity. That means I stay indoors a lot when everyone else is out enjoying the sun. As a means to help ease my woes, I bought a little gazebo so I can sit outside and write or paint or play guitar or entertain my grandchildren in the shade.
I love to garden and watch things grow; to harvest and preserve my own food, making jams and sauces and experimenting with new veggies I pull from my little growing space. The heat of summer forces the tiny seeds out of the comfort of the warm bosom of Mother Earth and into the face of the sun. Even though it is a struggle, they grow and mature, fulfilling the mission of helping to sustain my life. And so it is, I try to appreciate the season that makes it possible.
Even though the heat is sometimes unbearable to me, I relish in the fact that Denny, my spouse, partner and friend, has made a summer home for us in Minnesota. I lay down my anxiety and my worries and go there with an empty slate. I try to keep it that way from the time I arrive to the moment I get in my car to leave. I don't want to do anything on a schedule while I am there...I don't want to think about it. I just want to do. It makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world.
Peaceful dreams...
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