The year is passed the halfway mark, which I find hard to believe. I have not made the creative progress I had hoped to make in the first 6 months, which bugs me even though I know it is just how things have unfolded. I have directed my energies elsewhere as needed, life requires that from us sometimes. Some days I have a jaunty spring in my stride, and on others it is a plodding pace. There is much to do, and too much being put off that keeps being put on the “someday” list where I fear they will languish. I guess as long as I try to get to the list that is what counts, one item at a time as I can.
The solstice has passed, but the days are long under the sun. It is the time of year for vacations to the shore, or camping by a lake. Or not. For many it is a time to make hay while the sun shines, a season of hard work. Every life has its own pace of work and rest, and it can be hard to work while others appear to have so much leisure time. Given the recent reports showing that no where in the country does minimum wage allow for good housing, that leisure time is terribly rare and precious. There is no day of rest anymore, and many places are round the clock businesses. Selling, not making seems to be the way of the world now. Which only adds to the problem, and it makes me wonder.
Spring is starting to slip away. The blooms are changing, the days are hotter and longer, and the black flies are numerous. I am looking towards summer, a fleeting season if the weather is as poor as our spring was. I want to get out on adventures, see things, poke around in places new and old. Time works against me so many days, I am finding my time consumed with tasks that deliver no creative outlet, many of which are repetitive to boot seeming to need doing again as soon as completed. I want the long summer days of childhood, the ones that allowed time to read, climb trees, eat popsicles and ended with lightning bugs dancing at the edge of the lawn before falling to sleep to the distant rumble of thunder.
It is the final days of May yet it seems as if we are still caught in April weather. Those showers are good for the plants, but they need sun and warmth too. I have not been able to get out and enjoy the nice days as there always seems to be a laundry list of tasks to attend to, ones that just can’t be put off. Maybe June will prove more accommodating.
It feels as if time is going by like the mill fall in this image, and yet I am moving at the pace of these flowers. I can’t even say it feels as if I am gaining on it right now. Spring has been such an on and off affair this year, with so little time doing any outdoor activities beyond yard work. I am hopeful for progress though.
All feels a-wiggle now. Spring is in and out of the air as we await some warmer weather and signs of blossoms. The turtles had clambered up on the logs to sun themselves, but now have returned to the mud with the colder weather. Yard work is beginning in small bits between snows. There is much to do. We are looking to move next spring/summer and have a list that seems to stay the same length regardless of how much gets crossed off. The first college graduation is next month, with all the change that will bring as dorm items come home to roost before moving on. My feelings swing from side to side in this time of change; excitement to worry, busy to idle thoughts. Breathe-breathe-breathe.