Summertime is sweet in the south. Fresh fruit seems to burst out of these dixie states. Cornfields thrive in fields right by our house and there is so much green it takes my breath away. I’m afraid I’ll soon forget what a beautiful sight these rolling hills are just as I soon forgot what a novelty the cattle and flat lands were in the midwest. So I pen it here in hopes to remember all the richness in this land.
Keller paused while swimming in the pool with his great-grandparents the other day to look at me and say,
“Mum. We’re lucky.”
And I’ve thought about that a lot in the past few weeks. How lucky we really are when we drench in the goodness. The right here and now. In all it’s interim, harried, imperfect, not-normal, tired phases that seem to roll in and out like tides on the coast or tornadoes in the valley. We are lucky in so many things.
The kids continue to thrive as we travel between states and live in two different places this summer. They ask me every day, “Mum. Where are we?” And I laugh every single time. We are in North Carolina this week, soaking up the mountains and the timber and the cooler temps with my parents and I do believe the change from our changing pace is doing us all good.
Amidst the crazy days, I keep a steady supply of watermelon and cantaloupe in the fridge and for some reason this keeps me sane in these warmer months. Maybe it’s because I think of my Pop Pop and Grandmom tilling their land and how they made something great out of an eighth grade education and a whole pile of unknowns. Maybe it’s because I remember my Pop Pop saying how seasons came and went for them and he said by the time you’re old you realize that in the end “it all works out”. Sometimes, I find myself subconsciously clinging to that as I’m splitting open a ripe and juicy watermelon and it makes me wish I could have had more time with them, that they could have spent a summer with my kids, just one. They would know that fireflies live in their eyes and watermelon seeds sprout from their ears. And then we would go ride combines into the hazy dusk of the fields. And I just know they would really like them and their wild souls.
Emma Claire asked me yesterday in the car, “Mummy. Do you have any dreams?” And I guess if I were to make a dream for this summer, it would be that we would see the lucky. It has been a hard year full of resolve and discipline and much much work. But maybe, like Keller, I need to pause mid-swim and just notice the thrill of water running down my back, the sun shining in the sky, the family gathered around, the weekend nearly upon us, and give a big grin for this sweet season of summertime.
The kids swim suits are courtesy of Sunuva swimwear. They came in the mail and the kids have been living in them ever since. I’m not even kidding. Keller walks around pretending he’s a shark and is so so proud he walks up to complete strangers to make sure they notice his suit. I love all the happy colors and the fact that I can rest assured they’re being protected safely from the sun’s rays. Sunuva is not just for kids, they also have amazing accessories like this ticking stripe beach bag that I want oh so bad. You can view and shop all their products HERE.