TheBanyanTree: Early Summer wonderings

[NancyIee at aol.com]

It's hot here when I get up, and sweltering by ten. What a day for the AC  
to go out in the vehicle. The same vehicle that has inoperable "power" 
windows.  Working out in the sun is like standing at the opening of a blast 
furnace.   Who says we don't have the change of seasons here. There are a few 
hours of  "Winter," a day or two of Fall, a moment of Spring, and Summer.  But 
. . .  .but, the blackberries are ripening along all the roadways, and who 
can pass up  a pail of blackberries for breakfast or over ice cream?  But, 
superhot or  not, I go out to mow, walk the dogs, putz in the garden, stroll 
to the end of  the driveway for the mail, and, kayaking. There's nothing 
better than drifting  on a river, on the shady side, watching manatees and 
egrets?
 
The mornings, though. The mornings are cool, misty, silent; well, except  
for the mockingbirds. I'm a morning person, and go out just after dawn to 
tend  the horses. My housemate, recently back from the hospital, sleeps late, 
and I  take my morning coffee and come grapes, or blackberries if there are 
any left,  and go outside. Housemate is crabby, anyway, and my outside time 
reestablishes  my patience. Never my strong suit. 
 
I will bathe the dogs today, and change the papers in the cockatoo cage. If 
 the rains hold off, I may mow the lawn, or at least one gas tankful. I try 
to  keep three or four acres mowed. It's good therapy.
 
In the evening I'll perhaps meet with friends, or bite the bullet and get  
back to the story that is a bit stuck. I usually let my characters tell it, 
but  they seem on vacation this week. Or, perhaps I'll work a little on the 
big  painting I started. It's too huge for this time of year; the paint is 
so slow in  drying. But, that's okay, since oils always forgive and let me 
mess around with  form and color for a week or more before it's too dry to do 
that.
 
And, I must give some time to try to make out why a certain someone  bought 
me an MGA. 'Tis a mystery.
 
NancyLee