Saturday, August 7, 2010

Lets see what happens

Around a year ago, I wrote a post that was similar to what I'm about to write. I apologize, but for the moment, everything else I have to say is mediocre, and just life, life, life.

At the beginning of the summer, before it became hot enough for me to cocoon myself into my house, wrapped within the cool walls of an air conditioned haven, I became pregnant with my fourth child!

I have spent the majority of the summer sick as a dog. At least, though, I would have been shut up inside anyways. The summer heat is stifling. In fact, it seems my children have followed in my summer-loathing footsteps. While I might banish them outside for an hour with the sprinklers on in order for me to gain a space of solitude amid my nausea and pounding headaches, instead of writhing in the cool water, they avoid it and lay in the shade as though the sun will make them melt like the Popsicles in their hands.

Yes, I would have been inside for the most part anyway. But I regret missing the lavish and ever so willing to cooperate Faeries of spring, celebrating under their queen, Titania. It is far easier to catch a faerie of the summer court than it is to catch one from the winter court.

Of course, though, it is August now, and the summer will be drawing to an end soon. As always, I feel it like a pulse.

This morning, it was cool, and it rained for most of the day. Feeling decent for once, I woke early and baked home made blueberry muffins. I had been craving them dripping with butter, warm, and soft. Their scent filled my house, and with the overcast sky as a mural against my window, and the air conditioner, ever running, crisping my kitchen air, I shrugged on a thermal shirt and warm pajama pants and relished the chilliness.

It may stay hot for another month...or maybe even through Hallows eve. But my old friend Jack Frost is stirring from his summer slumber.
Tomorrow, I will bake a loaf or two of zucchini bread, spread it with butter, and plan for egg nog and cream of pumpkin soup simmering in my pot.
Can't wait! Lets hope the winter faeries find welcome in their hearts for me.