After a long wait, when June was getting over, I made it a farewell party. I packed my kitchen, books, and beloveds to a little chalet by an alpine lake. I sat outside, ignoring the afternoon sun that burnt my skin. I let it burn. They grow again. Skin. Hair. Joy. In night, I read in the dark room, under gigantic pine trees; I looked up often and there were always a handful of stars peeking from the open ceiling, omnipresent like best buds from memory. I cooked good meal, hiked down to collect pine cones, and some memories for the camera.
They say, all’s well when it ends well. June ended well.
The beginning was rough, so rough that I had to switch between antibiotics and icepacks for two completely different health issues. A month is too long when you suffer in it.
Having said that, endurance has its own memoir. And Happiness has moments.
It was difficult to gather five happy moments this time, I had to search in last sixty days- both June and July. Honestly most part of June was hellish, and July pretty unfailing.
Rain In June
I never saw rain in California summer. Here summer is pretty espadrilles and polka dots, family picnic and straw hats, barbecue and road trip, hiking and tanned body . But in the first week of June, there were rainy days, making me long for what I miss a lot- occasional cold and wet days after sunburn. There is nothing more beautiful than a rainy week in summer. Even my plants agree with that truth.
The Farmers Market Girl
Like every year, summer made my local Farmers Market the happiest place in the world. All my favorite stores showcased their fruits of labor- greens, vegetables and fruits- cherries, berries, nectarines, peaches, tomatoes, cucumber, multi-hued squashes and all amazing leafy greens. It was that time when I couldn’t decide what not to cook in a week.
The Garden Life
My garden grew up to be this joyful place in June and July. I had to work hard on each plant. There is a little story there though. My new neighbor is a great gardener. I never saw a more dedicated garden loving soul in my lifetime. Seeing her that nurturing and engaged, I have been inspired too. This is what good company does right? I worked twice everyday in my garden – in early morning when the plants just woke up, and at the end of the day when California heat almost killed them. No surprise there how plants give back more than you give them. All fruits and flowers are happy and healthy. I am grateful to have them around.
The sound of pine trees
In summer the sun sets after 8:30 and then for an hour light and shadow play around. It’s a beautiful time to stroll and think about things other than our mundane routine. But in mountain, it’s another story. Long after sunset, sky stays clear, birds fly back and forth, tired hikers go back to make supper, and pine trees sing their own songs. I listened to their songs in silence- the hushed murmurs, like an endless lullaby in the ear of a breeze, and the dance of the leaves to that tune. That experience was surreal, and most probably the happiest one.
I could not exercise in June and July due to a crazy injury. I could not eat well due to my health issue. But what kept me sane was my resilience and my faith in time- like how quickly time changes, things get better, wounds heal, aches go away, and new mornings are born every day.
This too shall pass.
Today August begins. Eighth month of 2017. How quick! How is your year going by?