Ah…summer. We’ve dreamed of it all year. Planned for it. Reminded ourselves wistfully that it actually does exist, when the 6 months of winter have seemed too much to bear.
Vegetable seeds, planted with joy, have begun to sprout. Anything seems possible!
Tents and supplies are hauled out and dusted off, as we all compete for prime camping spots. We will clamour to live as sun-burned, homeless, mosquito-bitten nature-lovers for as long as we can possibly endure.
We’ve gleefully collected plastic 4 litre pails all winter (a great excuse to buy ice cream), in anticipation of strawberry picking season. $10 a pail: fill ’em up, and shake ’em down. Rounded – no…heaping on top. “Don’t eat breakfast, kids! We’re going to the strawberry patch!”
Mamas everywhere will wear themselves out with beach trips and bucket lists and litres upon litres of potato salad. We’ll observe with wonder the gradual bronzing of our children’s skin, and the fading of their hair. We’ll lovingly count their freckles as they appear. We’ll watch proudly as they remember long-forgotten skills – bike riding, tree climbing, and flailing around in the water. We’ll cackle with satisfaction at the wild little creatures they will become.
The privilege of manual labour will be re-discovered, when paired with hot winds, cold drinks, and copious amounts of vitamin D (aka sunshine).
Smelling of soil, sweat, smoke, and sunscreen, we’ll forego our make-up but look nicer than ever. We’ll linger outside, and watch the sun setting over the lake at 10:00 pm. We’ll wonder why the kids are still up, and then let them stay up a little bit more.
For, we know how brief the summer is. Soon, the nights will grow longer, and darker, and cooler. We will sigh, and lament the seasonal change…outwardly, at least.
But the truth is, we’ll be tired. Our old routines will beckon us, and we’ll quietly welcome back the casseroles, hot drinks, and comfy sweaters. We’ll wash off the sticky sunscreen. The sunburn will fade and the bug bites will heal. We’ll winterize: our homes, our yards, our cars, ourselves.
Survival mode will kick in as we brace ourselves for winter. The first cold snap and the first real blizzard will carry an air of excitement that nobody wants to admit.
Because: we’re in it together. For the long haul. The same people we sat with in the sun are the ones we will huddle with, over steaming mugs and frosty clouds of breath.
Wherever you live, and whatever the season, it is the people in your life that give these moments their meaning.
What’s the weather like where you are today? Who are you spending the day with? I would love to hear from you in the comments.