After eight years of Virginia summers, I'm starting to figure things out. Small steps that make for survival. Giving into the heat. Seeking out solace and comfort in the subtle moments. In the quiet. Allowing the garden to do what it needs to do in August - even if that means wilting and receding under the blaring sun. Saving up its stores for an autumn show. I'll catch it on the flip side - when the struggle of the summer has relented. And we can plant and plan again.
So I turn to the shade under our tulip poplars. And iced tea. And hammock-swinging. Mid-afternoon book marathons in the air conditioning. Cherishing the end-of-the-day respite in a cool walk to the store down the road for ice cream. Capturing small moments with the camera.
This weekend: More treats from the farmers' market - a new routine that Willa and I enjoy. Okra. Peaches. Corn. Tomatoes. At home: Icy tumblers-full of homemade blackberry mint iced tea (recipe next week!). Bruschetta. Creating a moss terrarium for my work space. Swimming at Mint Springs.
But more often than not, remembering to sit still. Refining a skill I mastered as a child. And getting back to it as a mommy.