pausing

Can you see it? The harsh sunlight and the swelter edging around the yard? This is my least favorite time of year, and even though it’s perfect for line drying laundry, it’s not so good for my British/Nordic cooling system.

My sweet Wilma is a kindred spirit, she goes belly up on the windowsill, catching a breeze where she can.

Yes, the gardens are going gangbusters, thanks to a recent drenching rain, but I still feel parched. I hydrate like a marathon runner, even tho I’m in slow motion. I toss and turn under just a sheet at night, depending on the ceiling fan to stir the air. I do not bring my best self to the work of the day when I’m slogged down in mid-July and the whole month of August. It has ever been thus.

So I am on to greener pastures. I’m packing up my little blue Subaru and I am heading west, to be grandma in residence for Freya, with a dash of Theo, Flora and Magpie thrown in. Hoping this distraction will get me through a few weeks of summer…

I’ll be taking a pause from blogging for a bit, just sinking down into the lovely days of bearing witness to a new family growing their way into their future. And watching as cousins and aunts and uncles find their place in our expanding family. It feels like a sacred opportunity and I’ll walk into it softly and with gratitude.

I’ll see you back here in Vermont in a bit. In the meantime, be gentle with yourselves, friends. xo

p.s. I’ve been trying to respond to your comments on the post where you left them…

p.p.s. If you have any tips for embracing the “dog days of summer”, let me know in the comments! :-)