One is that I worked hard. And by hard I don't mean I worked my muscles and bones and sweat hard. Working hard, in this case, meant running around making sure everything was in order and stayed in order so that families and kids were happy with the programming we were providing. I coordinated the hell out of summer programs. I rocked those summer programs and now I feel worked. Working hard meant playing less though. Weekends were far and few between and when they came, they seemed to leave again far too soon. And now we are here in August, almost the end, and finally, finally things are slowing down.
A second challenge was the weather this summer. We are having an unusually cool, wet summer here in the Northwest. I know it's not true for all Northwesterners, but many of us NEED the warm, dry days of summer to finally get the cool damp out of our bones and help us feel alive and healthy. The balance of the seasons here is part of what I love about it. Cool, damp, green winters give way to warm, dry and still-green-with-speckles-of-a-zillion-flower-colors summers. What will I do if the warm days dont come and bathe us throughout September?
I will go to Italy and France.
I bought myself a huge birthday present with some birthday gift money, and other money I simply don't have, but will have to manifest for this special gift to ME. Warm Italy calls my name in such a big way I can hardly stand the wait...ten days from today I fly out to Paris. Hope to grab Lacey and head south to Italy to see Matteo and hop around Italy. Time will tell how that adventure unfolds.
I live for a thousand reasons but most vividly, these days: my garden and Mr. Finno (and P,J&T of course). That's Huckberry Finn, the sweet super feline who Jedi has fallen in love with and Tallis is still deciding how she feels about. Here is a glimpse of the sweetness that melts my heart when this kitten and dog play.
The heirloom tomatoes in our garden are beginning to show some red and purple hues to their skin. A sign of the deliciousness that will come. Shit, I hope I am not away for their ripening. The sungolds are so wild they are knocking over my homemade support network. Little green moons everywhere that sleep in a green bed by night and turn into bursts of orange and yellow when the sun peeks its pretty face.
A real deal compost palace. Pete wants to name it Cedargrove...I told him someone already claimed that name, but he didn't care. Thing is, its literally in a cedar grove. The picture is Pete's desire that it look like the old logging pics where the people look serious about their tools and their work. The only thing I am serious about is composting a shit-ton so we can feed our garden with it next season.
Okay I am also serious about other things like wanting to begin work on our house and having a baby in the next few years and living abroad and eating healthy food and living somewhere I can afford and being less stubborn in disagreements with my sweetie and believing and trusting and accepting and loving and being wild and being silly and being creative. I am serious. If I am serious and I will it and I trust it and believe it, anything can be.
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