In Summer

It feels like summer.

Have you noticed?

Nothing much changes for me from season to season. Scott's work and school schedule are the same. We don't have any fancy vacations planned, or even camping trips, or anything like that. Life is the same in June as it was in January--take care of the children, do the laundry, pick up the masses of toys, wait for Scott to come home from all he has going on so bedtime can commence (because both the sun and Kevin refuse to go to sleep before 9:00 pm).

Still, summer feels good to me.

It's the little things that make this time of year different, like waking up to kisses from the sun streaming in through my bedroom window, or leaving the windows open while the fans blow the fresh air around, or nightly walks around the block to wear Kevin out. It's flowers blooming in our yard (because the early warm temperatures followed by a day of frost and snow killed all of our spring plants) and getting my hands dirty from the constant weeds. It's the lawn needing to be mowed once a week and the sweet neighbor boy ringing my doorbell to ask if he wants us to do it for him, because he knows Scott is busy. It's the sounds of children playing up and down our street, and the smell of the neighbor's fire pit smoke wafting into our yard, and the sounds of hundreds of birds chattering to one another over our heads.

Someday, summer begin and end because of a school calendar.

For now, however, summer begins because my senses tell me it is here and to enjoy it while it lasts.