Hoping for Some Good Sense

Beloved:
    
    The dog thinks she wants to be outside, but her usual post on the driveway is so hot she whines to come right back in where she lies on the a/c register and goes to sleep.  I tried to work in the yard but couldn’t stand it either, so I put on my pajamas and knitted as if it’s winter time.  ​

 Still, with the daily rain my tomato plants are exploding, so full-on summer has its joyful benefits. ​ At this point a year ago my garden was much further along than it is now.  During quarantine I was always popping out to weed or work for a few minutes at a time.  Now I’ve completely lost the hang of getting myself to and from work in a timely manner.  I roll in late and can’t seem to leave.  I eat lunch at 3 and supper at 8 and then it’s bedtime again.  School will start before we know it.  The leaves will turn and in no time Advent will be upon us. 
    Already the days are shortening.  I don’t know how to slow the clock or calendar, nor do I want to on days as hot as today.  I just want to be here and now, with the good sense to be grateful for the beauty of it all:  the smell of a warm dog, the light and heat of the sun on my own shoulders and the dirt in my garden, summer clothes, summer food, long evenings and cool sheets at bedtime.  It’s all such a gift, all so full of life and grace, and I don’t want to miss a thing.