I should be used to the summer pile up by now, but somehow, it always takes me by surprise. I can't seem to erase the romantic notion that once school is over every year, and summer is here, my work load will ease. Riiiight. Dream on, Dee. I think I can blame my die-hard idea of summer "freedom" on those halcyon days of youth when the end of school signaled total kid irresponsibility.
Every summer has its own stack of "must dos" and mine this year include edits to my book, The Miting, pulling out old grade cards to create those all-important transcripts as my son nears the end of his homeschool career, and making sure I gather the materials needed to have a newsletter ready by its deadline. Somehow, I thought I'd have more time.
But never mind. I can still enjoy my summer. I can take time to sit on the back porch swing and watch the fireflies rise from their cool hiding places as dusk falls. I can mosey out to the little garden and pick some onions or pull a few weeds and encourage the tomatoes to turn red. I can spy on the hummingbirds from my front window as they steal nectar from the sweet flowers nodding in their beds. And I can still feel a twinge of excitement when I hear the ice cream truck's song from far off. Summer is still here! Work has not stolen all my time...yet. Happy summer!