Lea Wait, admitting that, even though I spend a lot of time writing, or thinking about writing, other parts of life are important, too. The changing seasons, for example. In Maine, June marks the official change to summer. It’s a month when I especially savor
2. Watching the sun set over the river.
3. Seeing lupine blooming in fields and along roadsides.
4. Cheering on chipmunk races. (Two chipmunks fuel up at our bird feeder, then run up the ramp to our porch, race the length of the porch – often finding short-cuts under occupied chairs – and soar off the three or more foot drop at the other end. Why? I have no idea. Maybe because it’s June.)
5. Keeping the windows wide open at night, but sleeping under a blanket.
7. Smelling freshly mown grass and mud flats and salt water.
9. Luxuriating in long, long days of sunlight.
11. Hearing children playing, lobster boats on the river, tractors mowing lawns, baby birds squabbling at the feeder, and train whistles echoing across the river. Someone used to played his bagpipes in the late afternoon on an island nearby. No one plays now. I miss that.
12. Tasting fresh greens and vegetables and cheeses from the farmer’s market.
And, most of all, knowing summer is just beginning.