It’s Saturday morning, 7:30. Early for a weekend day. I’ve already been to the grocery store and started laundry. My husband and daughter are en route to a swim meet, our near-teenaged son is still sleeping, and the kitties are lying in sunbeams, shedding fur in clumps now that summer is here.
I’m sitting in the lounge chair by our front windows, green smoothie on the sill, my bare feet up on the chaise cushion. Birds trill, insects buzz, and Bob Marley croons softly from the record my husband left spinning for me.
The early summer air is cool and fresh. It smells like green leaves, hay, and sunshine. Sunlight stretches across the garden. The butterfly plants — red, orange, white, and purple coneflowers — are already in full sun; the herb garden is in the shade of our neighbor’s dogwood. The morning shadows are long, but they’ll soon shorten.
In the time it took me to type the previous paragraph, the sun rose enough to drench the basil in light. Happily, our basil is thriving. We’ve already made two batches of homemade pesto this summer, and I bought pine nuts today so we can make more. We started in with the basil gin smashes last night as well, and I use the basil in a basic chick pea salad that’s been my staple lunch this week (chicks peas, lemon juice, olive oil, basil, salt). We will still have basil to spare, though. If you have favorite basil uses, please send them my way.
Summer Saturday mornings are lovely. Especially when enjoyed sitting by an open window with a soundtrack of reggae and birdsong. The day stretches before me. It will probably be filled cutting grass, pulling weeds, work I need to catch up on, laundry, heat and strong sun. Maybe a trip to the nursery to find some annuals to fill gaps in the garden.
But for now, it’s soft and cool, nothing but leisure time for me to practice writing blog posts on my phone.*
*More to come.