Halfway

Summer.

It's a time for slower schedules, long walks on a quiet country road, and being able to hit the snooze button more often. It means watching the acrobatic flower dance of a million honey bees and hummingbirds by day, and marvelling at the rhythmic lightning bug light show by night. It means listening to the harmonic blends of the neighbourhood songbirds and playing children, and also enjoying the orchestra of crickets, mourning doves, and coyotes.

It means being thankful for a soft summer breeze to stir the hot sticky air, and occasionally getting soaked by an unexpected pop-up rain shower. It means sunburns and mosquito bites and bee stings and poison ivy, but it also means the cool soothing goodness of aloe and calamine lotion. It means cannonball splashes and swan dives, raspberry picking and tadpole catching, and watermelon eating and corn shucking. It means impromptu drives to the beach, smelling the pungent sweetness of newly-mowed grass, and enjoying a fresh-off-the-vine tomato sandwich.

It's also a time for lazing on the front porch, sitting under the shade of the apple tree, talking around the campfire or relaxing in the hot tub. It's a time for cherishing family and time spent together. It's a time for remembering the past, savouring the present, and daydreaming about the future.

Summer. We're either halfway into it or it's halfway over. It's all about perspective.

Blessings