Random Musings in the Late Days of Summer

The meeting I had scheduled this morning was cancelled, and I thought I'd use that time to organize my desk and the study. But here I am, pen in hand, so to speak, with my heart and head full of the kind of Random Musings I used to write.

The fog is heavy below the mountains to the south and I am so in tune with the way that Summer is moving towards Autumn that every one of my senses is full to the brim but longing for more. Loose lore around these parts says that every foggy August morning means a day of snow in the Winter. I don't know if there's any truth to that, but I do know that every foggy August morning feels like all of Nature is checking its layers for tucking in against the coming cold and darker days. This is a good feeling.

When Rhodes and I put an offer on the Cottage back in March I had the notion that we'd be completely settled in by June or July. I'd have my morning rituals established, with hot tea and journaling, then writing for a set time. I didn't hope much beyond that because that's all that seemed important. Here I am in August, still figuring out where things go in this house. Still figuring out what material items we can let go of. Still figuring out where I'm going and what I can let go of, too. This is also a good feeling.

The Cottage stands where an old farmhouse once stood, and I am deeply interested in learning the history of this land and the river valley that it is a part of. For the first time outside of the Adirondacks I am putting down roots and that is a powerful, powerful thang.

The corn, sunflowers, and squashes I planted in the rock wall garden are absolutely thriving and I am literally delighted every time I look at them. I love tending to them and seeing them as they are now, but I also have grand daydreams of an Autumn vision of the Cottage with the corn and sunflowers ready for harvest. Being able to hope and dream and see the future - more good feelings.

Hey. You know that friend you haven't heard from in a while? The one who vanished from social media? Send them a message. Go one better, if you have their mailing address, and send a card or a note, old-school. Stop letting "social media" define your connections to people you care about.

Also hey. Morning tea isn't always a steaming cuppa. Today's tea is iced raspberry rose hibiscus, sweetened with honey. I'm still holding onto Summer, actually living every moment, and that is the best feeling of all.

Peace out, peeps. Be shiny!

~sb

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