It's always a queer feeling when September rolls around -- summer's over already? But...where did it go?!?! Believe me, I'm feeling it! When I glance over the last two months, it's ridiculous how fast the time flew by. Another summer, gone on down the lane. What did I even do in all that time?
|late afternoon sunlight in the barn|
I went to rodeos with my cousins and swooned over cowboys.
I watched Kevin Costner movies with my mama.
I picked blueberries till I felt like a blueberry myself.
I drove the gator back and forth from the stand to the house so many times you wouldn't believe it.
I listened to country music till I wanted to either scream of delight or exasperation.
I made a nuisance of myself and had a ridiculously fun time doing so.
I laughed so hard I could barely breath.
There were a lot of things I said I'd do this summer. I said I'd finish my novel, for one thing. I said I'd finish the short story I started writing in the spring. I said I'd read the North and South trilogy. (Which, now that I think about it, sounds like some form of suicide....! ;-P) Well, I didn't do all those things. The novel is still growing, and the N&S books are still languishing on the library shelf, calling me.
There were a lot of things I wanted to do that I didn't. But, there were a lot of things I wanted to do that I did.
It was a summer of country music and Ford trucks. Of flower bouquets at the stand, green onions and zucchini bag sales. Of yard sales and Amish; rodeos and cowboys; haymows, notebooks and pens; westerns and Google chats; cousins and craziness; kayaking and chalk art; straw hats, green beans, fireworks, blue fingernail polish, bunnies, Broadway songs, blueberries, dreams and laughter.
I learned some things. I learned how to ride a horse. I learned better ways to look at my own writing. I learned that I look better with long hair! I learned a TON of country songs. I learned what a sub-woofer is. Actually...take that back. I still don't know what a sub-woofer is. ;-D
But maybe the most important lesson was this:
"It's not how many hours you put in, but how much you put into the hours."
Yes, I had some very beautiful hours. I put a lot of work, laughter, singing, goofing, walking, and dancing into them. It was hard, it was fun, it was glorious -- it was my summer. :-)