I count up to the last day of school.
Sometimes, when the aching for freedom is more than I can bear, I count only the school days, and remind myself that the weekends are good.
I have zinnias and peppers, waiting to go into the ground. They're ready to spread their roots, bloom, and grow. They want to bust out of those little cubbyholes... that's what summer is for!
We have plans, and unplans, and wishful thinking. Not to get too far ahead of myself, but I worry that it's already going by too fast. There is so much we want to see and do, it feels urgent, but we mustn't rush it. Sort of makes me feel like this flower... stretching, and yearning, eager for the future. It's coming, it's coming! Hang in there.
Commenting is still open for the May 30th drawing and giveaway of Skallops! Don't let this one get away!