Monday Quote: Summer Renewal

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby


Our summer strawberry muddle.

Perhaps spring remains better associated with rebirth, but for me, it’s always been summer. The days are longer; the sun shines brighter; time moves more slowly. So I will, once again, start anew.

I will…treasure the small moments. My sons and I will swim and play and lay around and laugh. My husband and I will sit on the deck with a cocktail to talk about our days. I will read poolside. These are the moments I will bank to carry me through the cold, dark months.

I will…let go of worry. Worry does not serve me well. It’s inactive. I am determined to tackle worry with a head-on strategy of problem-solving when possible and letting go when not. I will not allow that feeling to drag me down.

I will…appreciate the bounty. As we harvest vegetables and herbs from our backyard garden and eat the freshest and best food available, I will give thanks for the many gifts I have been given. I am incredibly blessed and will not pass a single summer day without offering thanks.

Farmer’s Market strawberry heart.

4 thoughts on “Monday Quote: Summer Renewal

  1. Great post! I’m a summer girl too. I don’t know if it’s b/c I live in Oklahoma and summer is really unavoidable, or if it’s the July b-day. If I could spend the day lounging poolside, I’d be a perfectly happy girl. I’ve got a small garden too. I just noticed today I’ll have ripe tomatoes in a day or two and I”ve been picking basil like nobody’s business! Enjoy your summer, and hit a Cubs game for us who have only minor leagues to watch!


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