It’s nearly the summer solstice, and as usual I’m grumpy and underslept. It’s just the way it usually is for me this time of year . . . yes, the flowers are beautiful, the peas fresh from the garden are delicious, and our pond is nearly finished. It’s amazing, but this is usually a hard time of year for me. I don’t seem to be built for any sort of heat, and my brain doesn’t work terribly well above 70 degrees. I forget things – words, appointments, bills. Which is really annoying. And with all the bright light, the children seem to think bedtime is a joke, except it’s no joke to the grown ups who need time to ourselves that doesn’t start at midnight. (Yes, I have dark blinds in their bedroom which helps a bit.)
(Oh yes, I finished Ella’s Rapunzel hat – a lovely knit, and she’s completely uninterested, just like the sweater I made her. I’m about to give up entirely on knitting for her. Grrr.)
Well, that’s my grumpy post of the summer. And a big thanks to my Jojo, who reminds me to keep it real.