I love summer time. Flip flops, sweet summer breezes, rain storms. The clothes are more casual. Entertainment can be so much cheaper with a trip to our neighborhood pool or a walk at the nearby park. I don't like it stifling, but I do like it warm And it IS warm where I live. And I love it. Because I find joy in summer.
Fresh blueberries. We're simply bursting with them in our house. We have a farm close by and my kids love to go blueberry picking. And it brings back such childhood memories for me, too. We freeze a bunch during this time of year and we also eat a bunch. In pancakes, muffins. On top of cereal and ice cream. Plain. With whipped cream. Little bursts of blueberry joy!
My husband has just started taking the boys to an evening Kung Fu class on Sunday nights. Since I don't have to go every time I take advantage of the peace and quiet and get the house ready for the week. I make sure I'm caught up on the laundry. Tackle the last bit of the weekend clutter. Set out clothes and dry cleaning and other things I'm likely to forget. And now, our Mondays start with a little more calm, all because of Kung Fu. Who knew Kung Fu could bring me joy?
I love a good storm. That is, as long as I'm inside my house and there is no chance we will be hit with lightening (which there's always a chance of that but maybe that's the thrill). A good soaking is always nice and that's what we've had twice already today. My flowers have needed it. So today, bring on the storms. Bring on the joy!
I don't have much of a green thumb. I'm working on it. I'm getting better. Typically, I have a difficult time with hanging baskets. But this summer, I've been doing a really good job of remembering to water them. And they look so good hanging on our front porch. They've survived a whole month and a half now. Every time I walk up the front steps I see a little joy.
I love it when my husband and I can sneak away and take the dog for a walk at night. After the boys are in bed. With my daughter "babysitting," of course. The neighborhood is so quiet. Just our low voices or the soft click of our dogs nails on the sidewalk. The crickets. The frogs. The water. Maybe a car or two driving by, but not many. Nighttime walks bring me joy.
