Some summers what we really, really need is a break. I'm sure I've written about this before. It's a high ranking need. Quiet repose in our comfy cocoon. Time to putter and dip into things we don't get to during the rest of the year. More time to sit. More time to be still. More time to notice more.
This was our June. And it was lovely.
I knew that July would be an uptick in the rhythm. And then August we would downshift again.
We finished July -- my heart racing a bit at the pace. Not that I'm unaccustomed to this, though I am changing, changing my ways all the time. But what I realized in taking stock of summer (as I always do), is that we'd lose the fast pacing, but keep all the extra time we've had with friends this go-round.
It's been the right summer to soak up friends. Friends we see all year, friends we don't see often, friends we've never met in person! Fun with friends. Friends in the back yard with chickens. Friends in the front yard with the sprinkler and ice cream cones. Road trip friends. Picnicking friends. Friends in living rooms in elaborate games of make-believe. Friends at dining room tables and craft stores. Friends downtown. Friends around campfires and with banana slugs. Friends on hikes. Friends on boats, in lakes, and in pools. Friends in sleeping bags. Friends with popcorn and movies.
A pretty fine set of arrangements I've finagled, I'd say.