We took a little trip to the mountains and came home to lavender ready to be cut.  Last night I sat for a few minutes and watched a dozen or more honeybees working their way through the flowers and felt so very grateful for this simple thing.

What a lucky girl I am.

This summer seems to be marching along with a beat I’m unprepared for, and perhaps I feel that way because I’m marching my way to my 40th birthday next month.  As in, the “next month” that begins in five days.  And the marching is not the feeling of a parade, but rather something much less fun.  To say I’m dreading it is an understatement.

Ten days ago I looked at my calendar and realized I had just 30 days left in my 30’s, so I made a quick list of 30 things to do before the dreaded day.  I’m running a little behind my schedule of one/day, but I’m working on it and am excited to share a few of them here.  Most of them consist of things I’ve been meaning to do but haven’t or things I enjoy but rarely do.

Meanwhile, it’s good to be home.  Home where the lavender and the honeysuckle grow alongside the garden now full of weeds.  Home where there’s work to be done and dreams to be dreamt.   And a lawn to lay on at night while I watch the stars.  I’ve done some of that this week, cause it’s on my list.


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