The Fleeting Summer

      When you have a three-day weekend, you look forward to the extra day off, and it seems like it will last foreeever. When you have a week off--or two weeks off, it's as if it will never end. And when you have the summer off  two months off, as teachers often do, it seems like a lifetime...Until July hits, and then it's halfway gone. 

 

This is my granddaughter, Riley, last summer in Navarre, Florida
 (aka as "heaven" according to Linda O'Connell).

      I had great hopes of making some major progress on my "longish" project, but it hasn't happened to the extent I had hoped...at least so far. However, maybe it's not the time for it. The Byrds (and Pete Seeger, of course) sang, "To every thing...turn turn turn...there is a season...turn turn turn." Maybe in a week, a month---then it will be time to make some serious headway...

      What are you wanting to accomplish/enjoy while the summer is still here?

      By the way, Lynn Obermoeller and Donna Volkenannt are doing a book signing on Sunday, July 14 (just a few days from now). There are other local writers--including Marcia Gaye--who are part of the anthology that's being launched. If you can, stop by... 

For Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)

This is my granddaughter. A little over a week ago, she lived about 14 minutes away. Now she lives 14 hours away...

 

      My daughter, her partner and their daughter (my one and only grandbaby) have embarked on a new adventure...a new phase of their lives.  In the background, I'm hearin' Pete Seeger singing, "To everything...there is a season." (Can you hear him, too? Listen closely.)

     This photo was taken Easter weekend. Riley got to ride on the carousel, and then obliged Grammy by posing after her ride had ended. And the music in my mind shifts...to Joni Mitchell singing, "We're captive on a carousel of time."

      Time keeps spinning us around and we can't get off. We just have to hang on and embrace the parts that are joyous and endure the parts that are difficult, all the while becoming stronger.

      As a human being, as a writer, we go through different phases, different seasons. Some are more productive, some are marked by more compost than growth, but truly, we're always growing even if nothing visible is happening above the ground. (Peek deep down inside...Look. Foundations are developing, roots are stretching in all new directions. Growth is going on.) 

       What seasons of your life--as a writer or simply as a human being--are most memorable?