Here’s one of my favorite writing spots. It’s a little open cabin on top of a small hill, a spot away from visitors and phones. This is where I’ll discover what happens in the last chapters of Casanova Cowboy. The surprises that just “happen” are enough to keep me there writing and forgetting that it’s time for me to go to the house to make lunch.
I may pause to plan a booth display for one of Bud’s Courage Beyond Expectations at the July Rendezvous in Colville or the Indian Pow Wow the end of August in Spokane.
Or, I may be imagining a candle-lit music night at the Lazy Bee in mid-June when there may be floral breezes and people dancing on the front deck.
It may be a long fire season again this summer. Last year it meant that firemen and women were on sent on fires many times. Fire District Ten’s crew went out five times within a few days. Friends of Fire District perhaps will be glad that we are planning another fund-raising picnic in August. Last year our contribution brought the new mile markers which make it easier for firefighters to find locations.
Spring temperatures are already in the mid-seventies. Last year when our charity AAUW garden tour was taking place June 27, the temperature was l06 degrees. This is the first year I’ve planted seedlings. Trees have been taken down near the garden so there will be more sunlight for the plants. I’ll be out early in the morning to patrol the weeds if it’s going to be another summer of record highs.
Perhaps I’ll find an upgrade to replace the convertible which has l96,000 miles. It’s proved to be fun way to drive to yoga or to bridge game. With that many miles (and a few odd sounds from the motor) it’s not a safe feeling to go too far in it.
Summer truly means relaxing with family and friends, meals out of doors, especially for a neighbor who donated manure for my garden. It’s the time of the year to be fully alive, glad to be living in a forest with mountains all around in community of benevolent neighbors.