I am forever reminded as we enter the blazing summer days
that i live in the wrong climate. Summer brings a creativity inside of me, i can hardly
contain, but sadly much of it is wasted cause i am unable to so much as walk outside
my front door without melting like the wicked witch of the west.
I long to plant gardens, build paths, & sit in the summer evenings sipping iced tea.
The woods beckon me,
the trees whisper my name
the wind rustles the leaves
enticing & luring me to their feet