those months

Suddenly they’re almost over. Those months, May, June, July, August…do they really occupy the same amount of time as December, January, February, March? It’s got to be a trick.

Last night we had the last ears of sweet corn. So good, and not to be tasted until those months have worked their way around again. Each year I appreciate more what real freshness is, how it’s an impossibility except in those months, and how special that makes a garden.

But do I ever wish that it could be summer all the time? Not on your life. It’s the renewal, the freshness, that makes life good. Moving through the season changes makes things endlessly interesting. Brand new but familiar.

My life has been a lot like those months; the freshness and work of raising children, the satisfaction of watching them grow and mature, and the ultimate delight of seeing that freshness renewed in the eyes of a grandchild.

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11 thoughts on “those months

  1. I totally agree, it’s the winter months that make you appreciate summer. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say. As much as I love certain fresh vegetables, I know that if I didn’t have months without them I would not appreciate them as much as I do when they are around.

    As much as I can’t wait for my husband and I to be able to enjoy life alone again, I am grateful for the present moment when my kids are smaller and are home…even if they are arguing.

    It really did seem like this summer flew by, hoping that the winter months fly by as well….although one thing I really like about winter is that we get a rest from all that outside work.

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