The First Saturday of Summer
The first Saturday of summer in the heart. Maple has claimed her sunny patch. Let the season actually land on you today.
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The first Saturday of summer in the heart. Maple has claimed her sunny patch. Let the season actually land on you today.
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Late May: the peak of it. Everything doing what it waited all winter to do. Go find what's blooming. It's probably closer than you think.
Read More →Maple goes out with an agenda consisting entirely of: let's see what happens. There's a Saturday philosophy in there.
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Open the windows today. Let the air come in. Let May in. Sometimes that's the whole plan and it's enough.
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Maple has been informed of National Pet Day and has responded by sleeping in my spot on the couch. Very on-brand.
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You don't grow things by watching them harder. Let it rain. Let the growing happen on its own.
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Maple doesn't check the to-do list before settling into the sunbeam. We could take some notes.
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Maple took forty-five seconds to appreciate the changed air, then tried to eat a stick. A good Saturday.
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Maple checked in on Friday the 13th, found her breakfast acceptable, and went back to sleep. She's not worried. You probably don't need to be either.
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One thing. Not a list — one specific, achievable thing. When it's done, you're done.
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