Summertime is here...shhhhh

Summertime is here......shhhhhhhhhhh a friend said softly.
In case the Gods should snap it away just as it can happen in our beloved changeable Vermont.
So I wrote Summertime 2009 all rights reserved by Mary E. Gerdt
First draft.
Summertime

Summertime brings the heat and sunshine except for days like this where it is gray and raining. Our artichokes are happier with these soakings that really infuse the plants with that healthful rain. Plants love rain even more than the mineral water that comes out of our well. I love the rain when it is a work day. To work on a nice summer day is asking myself, “What are your priorities?”
On a rainy day, I say to myself, “Good job-you made it to work.”
In the dead of winter I sit and think, I really should get up and do something. The lack of sunlight runs our batteries down and says, “Sit by the fire awhile…Later…Just a few more minutes…Later…Snowing again? Just go to bed and dream.”
In the summertime, I think things like “What do I have to do? What do I want to do? My calendar fills up. Everybody awake now. Our formerly hibernating bodies cast off the dream world.
Last Sunday I planted a tray: 48 onion plants and then got up, stretched and sauntered to the greenhouse to get another tray. They are great little plants we started early May.
At 300 I stopped and said-we will plant 200 more next weekend. Then I sat in the sun for a little time.
I thought about how the sun warms us and lights the summer with long days.
In the winter we have to burn wood, corn, oil, propane, depending on which commodity is cheapest and available. We use plastic to cover the windows and draft dodgers made of fleece tubes filled with rice.
In other words, the sun enables us human to create all of these warmth giving/warmth preserving items.
Because of the sun, wood grows, as does corn, oils and gas mined from decayed organic materials, plastic and fleece created from petroleum which is oil.
I wanted to somehow save all the sunshine in Sunday so we could let it out in the winter.
I wanted summertime to come a little earlier than it did this year.
As much as it oppresses me to be too hot, a day just like Sunday is welcome anytime in Monkton. We have one summer day for every 3 days of winter.
Ahhh…Sit in the sun awhile. What a rare day.

addendum.different subject.politics?or comment on how people treat each other.i believe this is about the latter.do not hate me because i like sarah palin or her family.that would be weird, wouldn't it? NOW this time denounced the reference to some scummy ball player jumping her 14 year old daughter.Defendants of D.L. said he meant the 18 y/o. My reply is, AND that makes it OK? She is a new mother with a desire to help others. IS SHE open game for sick comics? No, this went too far and NOW took too long.Don't ignore abusive language towards women, no matter what your political opinion is.
Where was NOW then?When Sarah Palin's family has been being ridiculed all along?
Don't join in on gossip which you wouldn't want cast upon yourself.
No matter the religion you are or aren't, Remember the Golden rule is universal on Earth. Even when you hate someones political views.
Hate is icky.
mary gerdt in monkton and i approve this message