Summer’s here. Yesterday I stopped at a farmstand to pick up some freshly picked strawberries. Nothing like New England strawberries. They’re smaller and sweeter, unlike ones shipped from faraway places in hope they’ll ripen some day.
As I stood in line behind a woman stocking up on fresh argula, asparagus, jars of preserves and more, I spotted a sign above the wooden counter. It read: I’m sorry for the things I said when it was winter.” Me, too.
Well, yesterday Poco graduated from 5th grade. She’ll enter Middle School come fall. She may need a larger version of the shirt she wore when we sprinkled some of Jud’s ashes in Good Harbor on Father’s Day in 2015. Her shirt said, “My Middle Name is Fierce.” Poco, age 4ish jumped into the frigid ocean, splashed about and exclaimed, “I’ve got Popo all over me!” She’ll need that strength as she enters 6th grade.
We’re in party mode around here. Chad turned 50 on June 17th. Maggie turns 15 tomorrow. I’m grateful to still be turning. And thrilled spring turned into summer.
A couple of days ago, Kristina, Heather, Maggie and I went to Salem for lunch. Maggie took her mic, amp, and guitar. She busked. While Maggie sang and folks dropped money into an old bait bucket, I kept an eye on her and the bucket.
After a while Kristina and Heather returned with a “gift.” It’s a refrigerator magnet, which I need about as much as I need more address labels from various charities. But the magnet made me laugh. Still does. Laughter’s always a good gift. The magnet shows a smug woman, smiling and saying, “Not to brag, but I was washing my hands way before it was this trendy.”
They think I’m OCD. I prefer tidyish. Today Philip Yancey cautioned about separating life into sacred and secular. Thomas Merton said, “You can tell more about a monk by the way he uses a broom than by anything he says.” (from Grace Notes by Yancey) I’m hoping that speaks well of me.
Well, It’s summer. A good time to tidy less and savor more the sacred in fresh strawberries and soft sand. Even though my kids think I’m lying. I still stand by my sign, “Sandy feet welcome.”
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