In the summer, we take our time. We talk about the plants, the chickens, the dogs. We eat slowly. We read poems on the back deck if we want to. We sweep the kitchen again. We slide over the clouds of dog fur. We pick little theoretical fights with each other about politics, religion, or art, each of us playing devil’s advocate to the other’s position, just to make it more interesting. We dream up far-fetched home renovation plans. We fail to keep the mosquitoes away, and we never remember to put on enough sunscreen.
And I can’t help but think, every evening, Ah, we can do all of these things because we are childless.
One day, perhaps, our freedom will be interrupted. And one day, perhaps, we will welcome that interruption. But for now, we are free and content and we recognize and appreciate that.
A delicious summer life!
Abby that house is gorgeous. 🙂
Aw, thanks so much!
Yes. YES. This is a great way to see it. Not guilty. Not discontent.
I’m claiming this as a new mantra.