I’m trying desperately to remember these days. You know, wind, ice, cold, cold, cold. It’s a distant enough memory that I’m having difficulties conjuring up such a feeling…and it’s not just because I’m paying out the nose to run the vintage air conditioner. It seems like such a long time ago and yet it’s not.
I’m trying to be thankful for days like these with their warmth and abundance instead of grumbling about the heat and the overwhelming amount of work that goes into putting food up for the winter. I’m trying to remember that I need to be thankful – putting food up is very much a choice and not a requirement. Generations of women before me had no such choice.
*sigh* Fall is very much around the corner.