July 1. The start of the second half of the year. The heart of summer, the month I turn another year old, the beginning of the inevitable slide to the darkness of winter.
I ducked out on Saturday morning to run to the post office – clear, sparkling blue skies overhead punctuated with white cotton ball clouds, the air crisp and unexpectedly dry for summer in the South. The beautiful summer weather has been a logical extension of the late, cool, wet spring that we had, but it is surprising in its uncharacteristic pleasantness. This day last year, according to our local weather guy, it was 105 degrees. We had an long, hot, dry summer that combined the worst of high humidity and simultaneous drought that destroyed our garden. This year, we have pulled one tomato from the plants – everything is in bloom, but it is still too early for the fruit to be ripe.
I laid out our calendar for the rest of the year already. Looking at the next 26 weekends, the year is going to fly by as we check off activities and celebrations one after the other. Weddings, birthday parties, baby showers, weekend trips, family gatherings – there is so much to do, and so much more I want to do that will probably slip. The summer is half-gone already, and we are booked through mid-August. September and October are full, and November will bring the start of the holiday season (which is going to be packed, as usual, I’m sure). My time is spent, and I haven’t even received it yet.
2013 has been a good year so far, and I’m looking forward to seeing it through to the end.