Lazy Summer Days

Dear Reader: I am re-publishing this short
piece I wrote last summer. I hope you enjoy it...





I write this post from my rambling front porch in small-town America.


The afternoon winds down and I spend it lazing on my wicker rocking chair, my feet propped up on the edge of the porch.
The temperature is a perfectly pleasant 78 degrees.
The sky pale blue laced with filmy ribbons of white.
In two days summer will officially arrive.
And I am in hog heaven.


This is my season, folks.
The three months when I revel and roll and rake in the pleasure.
The pleasure of sunbathing and capris and my daisy patch and ice tea.
I drink in every moment.


This year, in the Northwest, there was a clear threat summer might not arrive.
We've still got the portable heaters on in the house in the evenings and even during some days.
Cold and rainy days have been followed by more cold and rainy days.


After thirty years of living here I have adjusted in many ways to this clime.
But when June arrives, I expect the weatherman to pay up.
With some warm weather and sunshine.


So I've struggled a bit this year with the lack of summer and sun.
Finally I just made peace with the clouds.
Not much I can do to shoo them away anyway.


So no more hissy fits when I wake up in the morning to find the sun obscured once again.
And when a day arrives like today - when the sun does show up in all its glory - I treasure every moment.


I know how fortunate I am.
I realize others in the world are facing disastrous weather.
I try to be grateful and send up a little prayer for them.


I have so much.


Jlo