welcoming summer
It dawned on me I’ve been indoors for fourteen months now, in an emotional place where time flows differently and I measure it differently, not by the passing of days, but by the changing of the seasons.
Summer announced itself proudly and without equivocation, even if judging by the calendar date it’s still two months away.
When summer arrives, you can tell just by looking at the plants, they all stop looking fragile almost over night. Their leaves turn dark green as they double in size, trying to bulk themselves up as quickly as possible before bloom.
The bees and butterflies come back, the birds sing different songs, the skies boom with thunder and the smell of fresh-cut grass fills the air, nature undergoes a synchronized transformation.
I too become different in summer, when my garden turns into a home without walls, filled with friends belonging to a different kingdom.
It takes a long time for seeds to turn into mature plants and bear fruit, longer than impatient humans usually care to wait for things, but it doesn’t matter to me, because I get to watch all the transformations in between.
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