June

They're calling it "June-uary" around here. Gloomy, chilly and......depending on the day......buckets (and buckets) of rain falling down. The crisp and colorful flowers that shouted "spring-with-summer-to-quickly-follow" a week or so ago are now droopy, soggy, matted messes,  folded in upon themselves and each other. White, yellow, pink and purple petals turned to mush where they have fallen: in the dirt, on the grass, on the patio or clinging to the vine. Yesterday my walking group unanimously decided to cancel and the activity I chose to replace all of that exercise (for at least part of the day) was to turn on the gas fireplace and sit, wrapped in a heavy blanket, on the couch.


I, however, am not complaining! Sometimes days like this and I get along just fine. Small piles are disappearing from my desk and the kitchen counter. Tasks I've put off for far too long are getting completed and checked off the list one by one. Phone calls have been made. My calendar is filled out. The washer and dryer are agitating, spinning, tumbling and buzzing by the load. I am inching closer to getting 'caught up'......as if that is an actual possibility.


Today I baked a batch of cookies. Chocolate-Chip-Oatmeal-Coconut. Baking, especially these cookies for some reason, has a strangely meditative effect on me. I've made this particular kind so many times that I can practically do it with my eyes closed so that my mind is free to wander and think and organize and plan. Moving warm cookies from the baking sheet to the cooling rack and then into neatly stacked piles feels like a bonus on these task oriented days stuck inside.


I'd really like the rain to stop. For it to warm up outside and turn into summer. But I'll make use of days like this when I have them.


Wishing you a wonderful week ahead.


Warmly, Margaret