Summer slides into my life like a runner on a baseball diamond. Just all out, face down, belly-hugging the ground, grabbing for a fist full of home plate, got to get there; SLAM! It's here. Hot days, sultry nights and pass me some iced tea.
Dust off that porch swing and make room for mama. Chocolate ice cream straight from the churn, sprinkler snapping and little water droplets splashing down on the once-green lawn, a lazy dog napping on the porch and the distant hum of a bumble bee, yes, Summer has arrived.
The pool is open and just begging somebody to do a cannonball off the deck. Later, the delicious liquid awaits a little skinny dippin'. Though at this stage of my life, it's more like chunky dunkin'. Oh well. Such is the joy of living in the middle of nowhere.
We gave up on having a garden. It seems the deer have developed a taste for anything green. Like a four-legged lawn mower, they just run right over anything that looks tasty.
Our first grandchild is due most any day. July 18, 2008 is a full moon and that's the day to watch.
So, it's time to sit out on the steps and listen to the cicadas and tree frogs. The fireflies blink and hover in a silent, suspended dance to the music.
My freelance journalism is taking me in new directions. Just this week, I sold an article to an online magazine aimed at young writers. Our future authors could use some encouragement.
The children's book I've been working on is finally finished. THE CALICO COW (can't figure out how to underline on this blog thing.) needs only to be retyped into the proper format. If you know of a good publisher, let me hear from you. The book does express my Christian faith and THAT is not up for debate or compromise. This will most likely limit the number of publishers available to me.
Stretch out in the hammock and make a pitcher of lemonade. Maybe you should make the lemonade and then relax in the hammock.
Time to let the lazy days of Summer just slide on in. Take some time to enjoy a sunset. Have another slice of watermelon and walk barefoot across some cool, green grass; if you can find some.
These days will never come again. Grab the goodness and breathe a prayer of thankfulness.
Until next time, I'll be Rambling On...
Janice
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