Years before I moved into The Toothpaste House (please see FAQ,) previous tenants lovingly planted two rose-filled beds in my front yard. Every summer I whisper silent thank-yous to those souls for having the foresight to do so. Last year my husband and son bought a new rose bush for me--one that I could add to the collection, possibly for future tenants.
Every once in a while, I literally stop and smell the roses. Sure, I wonder if the neighbors think I'm crazy, all bent over, nose to petal. I care not. There's a reason for that familiar admonition.
These are my favorites. I've named them Peach Sorbet.
I call these Cherry Kool-Aid.
These are the sweetest-smelling ones. I call them I-Don't-Have-Peonies-But-If-I-Close-My-Eyes-And-Inhale, It's-Almost-The-Same.
These are Wedding Cake. Take a bite.
Guess what I did today in honor of my month-long summer celebration?
I would categorize doing nothing as a perfect way to spend a hot summer day, but I have been known to also do nothing on cold winter days.
I didn't plan to do nothing today. It just kind of happened. First thing in the morning, I heard some bad news regarding a family member. Then I heard some more bad news about another family member. By that time, I felt like the day was kind of shot, and trying to do something enjoyable seemed hypocritical in a way.
So I had a late breakfast. Skipped lunch. Did some laundry. Scrolled endlessly through Facebook. Took a long, long, nap. Made dinner. Watched So You Think You Can Dance. (That was the most energy I expended all day--dancing in my mind.) Yup. That was about it. Nothing. Nada. Squat.
Tomorrow is a new summer day!