It’s almost exactly the middle of Summer. It’s a time I personally adore. I mean, I’m one of those people that loves the season I’m in when I’m in it. But there’s something about summer that makes me feel good.
And I have to point out that I’m a realist. Summer starts three weeks in to June and it ends three weeks in to September for me. I don’t make the rules I just live by them. I don’t cheat Spring out of her rightful holdings and I recognize her for what she is, transition from Winter to Summer. And as such, Spring is some of both those polar seasons.
And I pay attention to my surroundings. It’s Sunday, August the sixth and my son and I spent a chunk of time on the front porch in the evening. We listened to the gentle susseration of the rain on the maples and smelled the petrichor when that rain first started. We love the rain.
And though my son doesn’t talk yet, I pointed out that some of the leaves are starting to change, as they always do this time of year. It will be another week or three before those who take the passage of time personally will start whining about that, the Conservatives blaming the liberals for it and the liberals drafting an apology.
And I told my son that summer is a good time to write for some people, but I’m not usually one of those. I like to do my writing in the shoulder seasons, Autumn and Spring, maybe some in the Winter, but Summer is when I recharge.
Thus, here you have a blog post that I have not actually written. I’ve merely gathered together a few hundred words in an old brown paper bag, added some Tabasco and a packet of seasoning left over from a kit for roasting tiny potatoes, shook the dickens out of it and cast them onto the site here in a new, blank editor screen.
I’ve tried to arrange them a little, but in all seriousness they seem to have come out quite well. At least so far. (I wonder how it ends, I haven’t gotten there yet so I’m as oblivious as you.)
I must here confess that I had considered using artificial intelligence to create this post but a moments consideration of yourselves, our readers, reminded me that when you read my posts the last thing you’re looking to find is intelligence, artificial or otherwise, so I abandoned that idea as one you’d see through in an instant, you clever things.
Anyway as my words were saying, I neither rush Summer nor do I chastise her, I merely take the comforts she offers me and charge my batteries in the warmth of her glow, though I here must confess that my batteries are not solar, charging only by induction and that only while seated in one of my recliners or deck chairs or one of the hammocks I’m fond of hiding in.
But as you must have surely deduced by now, in six weeks time my batteries will be fully charged and you’ll no longer have to read such random verbal accidental word spills such as this. It will be back to the all too contrived verbal accidental word spills and won’t we all be happier then?
In the mean time do enjoy your summer and keep in touch won’t you. I’d love to correspond, I still have several bags of words at my disposal. There was a sale on you see.
