Notice: Function _load_textdomain_just_in_time was called incorrectly. Translation loading for the twitter-widget-pro domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /wordpress/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6121 Notice: Function _load_textdomain_just_in_time was called incorrectly. Translation loading for the wp-spamshield domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /wordpress/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6121 Not a Fan of Summer | Kathy Nickerson

Are you one of those people who love summer? Do you dream of poolside lounge chairs or long afternoons at the beach?

If so, I do not understand you.

I can be your friend, but I don’t get you. From an early age, I discovered a strong dislike for things like sweat, houseflies, sand, and July. Honestly, the only reason I can embrace July at all is because of the six-month mark to December. Plus Independence Day. Not fireworks. Just the day. And Jesse, our grandson, who is a true Yankee Doodle Dandy born upon that day.

What I do like about summer is rest.

Not for farmers, of course, or rural mail carriers, or the UPS drivers, although I hear they are getting air-conditioning soon. Hurray!! Lots of jobs required dedication and perseverance in the hot months of summer. But, for others, summer means a break from the normal demands of school and such. Traditionally, we take vacations in summer, and I can totally get into vacations.

But, sometimes I complain. Even on vacation.

I get all frazzled in my mind and frizzled in my hair, and I complain about the lethargy that consumes me and the sun rash that irritates my arms. I grumble about the sweaty crowds at the theme park or the biting insects at the lake, and I wish I was home in my favorite chair. Eventually, though, I find a bit of shade or a breeze. Maybe even an air-conditioned shop with ice cream cones for sale. I look out over whatever crowd of kids or grandkids have come along for the ride or maybe at the handsome husband beside me, and I remind myself we are living the good ole days right now.

At that moment, I remind my soul to relax. 

To take stock. To absorb. To revel in the moment of grandchildren conquering the Slip-n-Slide or Grandpa landing a fish. I don’t have to like summer to recognize it as a bringer of many good things. I can embrace the season for those things and tolerate or manage the parts I dislike. Especially if I have another scoop of ice cream while I feel the breeze!

Happy Summer.

P.S. – if you need a good read at the beach or the ice cream shop, may I recommend one of mine? Rose Hill Cottage is a good choice. You can find it here.