Where does the summer go? I spend spring months longing for the warmer weather so I can start planting the garden. Then when the sun finally has enough warmth there’s a flurry of activity searching and buying and planning and planting.
The watching commences to see what is successful amidst the faithful perennials and hoping rain will arrive often and gently, preferably overnight!
Does this sound like your experience?
I can see how waiting and wishing prevents me from the joy of the present moment. As the years pass I am sure I must have missed weeks of summer and who knows how much else, in my impatience.
Perhaps this is what impels me to keep writing. I am very interested in what will happen to my characters once they have overcome the various situations I create for them. It’s a large part of the satisfaction I derive from daily writing.
Nevertheless there’s much to be said for living each day fully as it comes. I will try to keep that in mind as this lovely summer draws to a close.