The Calendar says June, though it feels as though May only just arrived.
It was a rainy month here. A welcome one. After so many dry weeks, everything seemed to stretch. The garden and the grass grew. The weeds certainly grew. Now the Heat has settled in.
The girls are home for summer. The days have shifted shape. There are bakery mornings, chicken chores, meals to make, cupboards to sort, and the small work of preparing for what's next.
For us, that's Maine.
In a few weeks, I'll head north for the first time in two years. I've been making lists in my head while folding laundry and washing dishes. What am I forgetting?
The small work of stepping away from your life that normally requires your daily presence.
I'm looking forward to familiar roads and faces and the smell of pine trees.
Happy summer, gardens growing, trips planned, long days return.
June has indeed arrived. Happy Birthday to Mimi, who would have been 97, gone much too soon.
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