as our passing weeks warm up (and cool down because, hello, we're in chicago), I feel the press and slip of days into our next season. summer is here and I exhale deeply as my beloved transitions into his daily workdays and retires nights for the next few months.
how lucky we are to spend these warm, blessed evenings in the presence of whom we love.
as our hours lengthen our schedules do as well. how quickly my electronic calendar fills, tiny words scribbled in a rainbow of color-coded-ness. trips, too infrequent, to visit my family, expressways opening to roadways and cornfields. the small town air, always lung-expanding.
most recently, my little sister graduated from college, I bought organic seedlings and our garden continues to come together, we anxiously await the first birth of a new generation. I've been biking to work each week, purchased new running shoes, registered for a yoga class, and signed up for a 5k.
We spend nights sitting in our front yard, playing catch at Portage Park, falling asleep together under a large patchwork quilt.
'tis my season. a grand season, indeed.