A good rain cloud has settled in over the landscape this morning, giving everything a nice cool down and a much needed drink.
I can’t believe we’re in approaching the middle of August, the month the kids go back to school. The month that turns the green grass and the wheat gold, the month that reminds us that summer is almost over.
I’m getting the hint, like I do every summer that seems to stretch out ahead of me like an endless dream of sun soaking, berry picking, garden growing, lake swimming heaven, until I blink and find myself in August.
So every chance I get these days, I take the dogs and my belly and we go out poking around.
Because I want to absorb this green into my skin. I want to remember the scratch of the grass on my bare legs and the smell of hay being cut in the fields when winter comes to wrap us in a cold blanket.
In the past years of course I would do much more of this on the back of my horse, but this year I have stayed on foot, not wanting to risk a fall. The circumstances too precious.
So I’ve spent this summer on my own to feet.
And next summer two new chubby feet will join the team.
Last night I had a dream that I was finally holding this baby.
I keep having dreams that she’s here.
Or he’s here.
And in these dreams she grows up fast, from birth to talking and walking in the course of a day and I wonder where that tiny baby went.
I think, “don’t they stay little for longer?”
And then I wake up and find myself in my bed, my belly still full with a tiny, moving, growing human that I dreamed of but haven’t met yet, a new life stretching out in front of me like an endless dream.
A new life stretching out in front of me…like summer.