These summer days are golden and rich. Moment by moment, they slip by. Day fades into night, the sunlight into moonlight. These are summer days of memories.
In many ways, it’s a busy season! And yet? It’s also a time to be immersed in nature’s feats, to revel in the warmth of sunshine, the coolness of water, to harvest berries with color-stained fingers. The fragrant blossoms of spring have given way to the growth of sustaining food. It’s beautiful, this season!
I can’t help but stop and think that as nature has it’s seasons, so does life.
While gathering up laundry today, I stopped to notice how well-worn most of the clothes were. Holes in armpits, jeans that have ripped beyond their ‘discreet’ patch job, the stains found on the front of our t-shirts.
Funny as it may sound, I sometime feel like these clothes are a symbol of our hard work. And lately, I’ve stopped to wonder: “when I’m old, how will I look back upon this time in life?”
It has required lots of disciple and hard work. Saving money is never easy, regardless of how much you make. Life is simple, so simple these days.
My man goes to work, only to come home to more planning, studying and details.
And me? I’m preoccupied with growing, raising and harvesting food. I have the stockpile itch real bad these days. Perhaps it’s the unknown of our future financial situation, but sometimes I feel like I can’t put enough by!
Both my man and I are in earnest about our goals and have worked so hard to meet them! Those looking in would readily believe it’s a dull life of drudgery we live. And I’m not going to lie: we do have our days!
But there’s also something so special about this time. My man and I are fighting for something together. Yes, we’re working overtime, wearing worn out clothes and denying ourselves immediate pleasures. But there’s something special in it, something I’ll miss when it’s over and done.
The longer we’re in this season of life together, the more I realize just how good it’s been for us. And I realize I’m happy to be where I am, living a simple life and working alongside a man who loves me and our God. I’m grateful to be in this place.
And when I’m old, I highly suspect I’ll look back on this season of life and it’s effort with much fondness. I suspect I’ll willingly say that these were “some of the best days” of our life. The fragrant petals have fallen away and in their place, the fruits of maturity are growing.
These are summer days of memories, of wonderful life memories.