Our prairie is totally showing off right now--over 7 flower species in bloom (here are some bee balm, coneflower, ox eye sunflower!) and all the Black-Eyed Susans I care to pick for our kitchen table.
In the midst of all this bounty there's the pressing urgency that comes with reaching summer's midpoint--friends we have to plan to see, local attractions we haven't yet enjoyed. What night will we get to the drive-in to see a movie? We've never missed a season since the drive-in opened. We need to set a date to invite our neighbors over for a party. We haven't gone to a Brewer game, Bay Beach or the Children's Museum, despite talking about it in May. I peeked ahead in our calendar to find August is full of long-standing commitments and I realized yesterday that I hadn't even cracked this month's book club read yet.
I'm not letting panic take hold.
Weeks ago I chucked my to-do list into the recycle bin, vowing to linger in the sweet shortness of summertime. No chore needs to take precedence over a water fight with my boys. The laundry, the dust, the dishes, the manuscript, the half-painted wall? Will be there tomorrow. This hot weather, this bonfire, this bag of marshmallows, this gang of boys ready for a backyard game of baseball? A limited engagement.
This year I'm ignoring the midsummer panic and I'm opting for midsummer lethargy. How about you?