I’m not sure exactly what triggered it, but I’m completely, utterly and most certainly finished with summer. The sweet boy and I went to Kansas City earlier this week to ride some roller coasters and eat some BBQ and just to get away for a bit. Perhaps it wrapped up summer for me and I’m ready to move on. Perhaps losing my mom last week has helped to have me ready to close off summer. Perhaps I’m just sick and tired of the heat.
Whichever it is, I do know that every time I start to go outside, I am almost certain that it’s going to be a bit crisp in the air. I’m almost certain that I’ll see an orange leaf drift slowly to the ground. I’m almost certain that I need to go back in and get some long sleeves unpacked for the season. However, after stepping foot into the mid-August mugginess, I’m almost certain that my earlier certainties are those of a mad woman (or at least someone who is longing for shorter, cooler days).
I think the beginning of fall will allow me to reset. I’ll be able to clean out the garden, sweep off the back porch (something I should have done before summer actually got here), clean out my summer clothes and pull out my fall wares. Soups will once again make up most of my weekly menu and the late night sounds of crickets will fade away only to become a distant memory until sometime next year when they start back up again.
The craft shows will start up again allowing me to regroup and figure out which direction Idyllhands is going in next (something I’ve been struggling with for a couple of months). This is something I’ll welcome with open arms. Idyllhands has sat a bit idle (no pun intended), patiently waiting for me to return to my beading table with new ideas. I had plans to retire some designs and overhaul others. All of those plans were well and good until I received two requests this past week for the same bracelet that has not been in my shop for months. Hmmm… a sign that my regrouping is as simple as restocking? Perhaps. All are things I need to figure out… all are things that will happen this fall.
But for now, it’s still August. The days are still long, crickets still loud, mosquitoes still biting, and grills still grilling. For now I still have time to be lazy out on the front porch, to eat fresh tomatoes from the vine and to wear sandals without abandon. For now, I still have time to put off the resetting that fall will bring until, well, fall.
However, I still long for and very impatiently await autumn.