I didn’t need a calendar to tell me we are officially seven days into summer 2014.
I’ve had sweat dripping from my brow, not from running, since heaven knows I try to avoid that medieval form of torture, but from merely weeding my garden. You know winter and spring are long gone when you work up a sweat by walking to the mailbox to get the mail, but it’s all good because plain and simple — it’s summer.
Two weeks ago I rode home in a tow-truck, much like Sir Tow Mater, from Disney’s animated film “Cars,” because my eldest daughter’s car blew an engine three hours from home. Last
Sunday after church, two days after I sent my youngest daughter to replace her car’s dead battery, I happened to glance out the kitchen window and immediately mouthed the word: “Seriously!”
My car tire was completely flat.
A second later I came to my senses and proclaimed the words that makes the earth stop on its axis and brings calm to all turmoil: “Well, at least it’s summer.”
The next day when I was mowing, I smelled a pungent-vinegar smell at the exact same time I realized their was a couple buckets loads of fermenting blue mulberries covering the lawn and part of one of my hosta gardens. I proclaimed my displeasure over days of hard work ruined, “Pooey,” when I saw my once-beautiful taupe-colored Hadite decorative rock used for the garden walkway, now stained blue and blended like fruity pebbles.
When I stopped to watch the drunken butterflies walking sideways, obviously enjoying nature’s mulberry wine, all I could think was: “The smell will eventually go away — at least it’s summer.”
About five years ago on a serving trip to India, a Johnson County friend of mine continued to remind me to “live in the moment” by commenting throughout our time there: “Janet, guess what? We’re in India!”
Whether we’re experiencing life’s highs or lows, joys or pains, contentments or disappointments, good or challenging health, may we relish this season and celebrate in a favorite lawn chair — because it’s summer.
Janet Hommel Mangas, the third of seven children, grew up on the east side of Greenwood. The Center Grove area resident and her husband are the parents of three daughters. Send comments to firstname.lastname@example.org.