Summer 2022 arrived here in the Northern Hemisphere at 5:13AM, June 21, 2022.
The season rode into my little corner of the Concord River on a gentle Southeast breeze bringing with it wondrous possibilities, and most likely humidity and bloodsucking black flies.
I find it hard to practice equanimity when I’m swatting black flies. Sigh.
I’m trying to be hopeful about this summer, but based on the past two months I’m not expecting a whole lot from Mom Nature. I know she has her hands full with global warming, climate change, and all the other shit that’s going on, so I’ll cut her some slack. Besides, I think if I can get through this summer still upright without the need of a CAT scan, or a cane, (let’s not forget it was only last summer when I fell and hit my head on one of my retaining blocks) I’ll be doing okay.
My needs are simple: I want my washer-dryer combo to continue working; perhaps some rain to quench the thirst of the parched and dusty earth; cool nighttime breezes; and low, low, low humidity. Oh, and a new camera.
See, simple, simple, simple.
But hey, who am I to make demands? I’m just a little old woman who lives in a town where people think dumping trash into the marsh is a great pastime. Yep, someone dumped trash in the marsh again. Stupid f#@ks.
I’m going to be positive about Summer 2022. I’m going imagine this summer will be one filled with the sounds of gentle rain, dappled sunlight, low humidity (this is not negotiable), sweet strawberries, crisp green beans, and kindness.
Hmmmm, that last one on the list might be asking for a little too much.
Blessed Summer Solstice to you. May the season bring you joy and ease.
Blessed be :}
Mi manchi, mia amata immortale.