Summer comes fast. I expected this, but it still hits me by surprise that spring is followed so speedily by summer. Winter seems to take forever to end, but once spring has its hold it rushes onto summer without pausing long enough to get a breath. Life in it's extravagance, that is the story of spring moving to summer. I remember when the red of the tulip seemed extravagant only a month ago. And now the world is green and the sun is warm and I'm flaunting all my favorite skirts, dresses, and tank tops again - not to mention a delightful chaco tan.
Memorial Day has come and gone (and with it a visit from Tania, renewing my geek cred by re-watching all of Firefly/Serinity again and learning to enjoy Star Trek, also a sick day where I lay in bed praying not to - but hoping I would - regurgitate the sparse contents of my stomach), my kale has sprouted, and it's the first day of June.
In three weeks I'll turn 23. That's exciting. I should buy some fruit-loops to celebrate - the cereal I always associate with the summer and with birthdays. It's not a "special" year, but it means another marking of time passing, of brain maturing, of Bekah discovering who she is and what adventures to take, of remembering who she has been and who she might become. (This weekend I'm reminiscing about IB exams 5 years ago- how much fun they were, how I loved being challenged, and how I miss learning and proving myself academically).
Goals for the month of June:
Baking some Rollkuchen
Keeping a pitcher of tea in the fridge (so delicious and refreshing!)
Painting some pottery and writing some reflections as thank yous and good byes
Weeding
Walking
Writing
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