We don’t get extreme weather changes here, but there are some subtle seasonal indicators: the rain is warmer; those hardy orange flowers at the side of my house begin blooming, despite my perpetual neglect; and my long-haired cats start shedding like crazy (oh, wait… they do that all year long). And if I can sit on the deck long enough without being driven away by yellow jackets, my skin may change color from winter white pallor to summer white pallor.
I’ve been asked a few times if I have plans for the summer. I don’t recall ever being asked if I have plans for the winter or plans for the spring. I guess summer is the time that Oregonians can actually come out of hibernation and plan to do something.
I really don’t have any big plans laid out. I kind of take things on a day to day basis. So I guess if I were to make a “plan,” it would be to enjoy each day as it comes to the best of my ability, and to be productive at whatever I take on in any given day (even if it’s only productively dodging yellow jackets as I sit on my deck between rain showers). I’m not always good at recognizing enjoyment and productivity opportunities, so maybe that is a “big” plan in and of itself.
As I sit writing this, I can hear lawn mowers buzzing outside, trying to outrace the impending rain. I’ve got the Beach Boys playing on Pandora, and I’m admiring the beginnings of a tan on my arms. Oh, never mind, that was just a shadow.
Perhaps I should make a summer plan after all, like maybe a trip to sunnier climes.
“Off the Florida Keys
There's a place called Kokomo
That's where you wanna go
to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand
Tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love
To the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in Kokomo”
(Beach Boys “Kokomo” lyrics from elyrics.net)