Today I want winter to end and menopause to begin. I want to take a long walk in warm weather. I want to read a book on the back patio while sipping wine and roasting Red Crab on the grill. I want Amish Snap Peas from my garden, I want the house to fill with the garlicky smell of Roma tomatoes roasting. I want the windows open, I want my sheets to dry on an outdoor clothesline. I want to fill a basket with fresh organic asparagus then fold it into a bed of Parmesan Fettuccine. Today I want my bare feet to feel the earth.
Tag Archives: Summer
I finally packed away my summer clothes and unpacked my winter ones. As much as I love the season’s I’m just not ready for the bulk and the layers and I’m not ready to give up my outdoor living space or the trampoline. I might prefer visiting the seasons rather than living in a climate where a 50 below zero windchill isn’t unheard of.
It is only October and already my feet haven’t been warm in days. Everything is changing and different in ways I don’t like and I don’t welcome. In so many areas of my life, I feel like a kid being tugged along by the arm…whether I want to go or not. It makes me want to roll over, pull the comforter over my shoulder and wake up when its warm, maybe when change is a choice between things that I welcome.