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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Long weekends have space. And space, if you're not careful, creates its own anxiety. Resist it. Learn the art of doing not much.
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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You don't need an actual farmer's market to have a farmer's market Saturday. You just need the spirit: unhurried, close-up, and present.
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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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Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is set the bar low — and then actually clear it.
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You do your part and you trust the rest to the ground. A Saturday invitation to plant something.
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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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