Perspective

The honeysuckle is about to burst into full bloom. It is quite a sight really. Way too close to the house, and hasn't had much attention for a long while it seems, but really, a beautiful sight. And the smell, when I step outside for some parsley or to catch a wandering toddler, the smell just gently wafts over and reminds me of the beauty in late spring time. I had originally thought to remove it entirely, but it is winning me over… 

The days are slow here now. I'm taking life as easily as I can, resting well and focusing on the most important things, and not much else. Garden work happens slowly, and we have come to accept that there won't be too many changes over the coming months. All that we want to do, plan to do, we are having to find patience and know that in time, we will get there. Summer is not the time for grand garden plans around here.

Already I find myself looking forward to the cooler autumn days, and we've not yet hit summer. Yikes! The heat robs me of my energy, and the outside jobs wait until later and later in the day.. I think changes are needed to our daily routines, to what we eat and how we prepare our food, to accommodate the different season. This funny mid-season, with it's still-very-cold nights and quite warm days. 

As brown and dry as everything seems already, it will only get browner and drier over the coming months. I know that come June next year all will be green again, and the sky will be the heavy grey that sits so low, which I have come to love so much. Wrapped up in woollens and in front of a cozy fire, my favourite days. But first, summer. I just want to get through, without wilting too much from the heat. For so many years I have been a heat-lover, this change in me to be loving the cold again, it is from some intensive inner work, I guess you could say? For so long, I have had cold lodged in my body, and slowly I have been drawing it out, a little at a time. And I'm reconnecting with a much younger version of me, a me who loved the winter months and hid indoors through the summer. I guess I don't need the summer heat to warm me up so much now. And I'm better equipped in my body to handle the cold.

So many changes are happening in our little home. A little one grows into a little boy so quickly, independent and taking life on his terms. I can't help but feel a little sad, my baby boy is growing up. I guess this is the reality of motherhood, and it is only just the start.