I couldn’t be more excited. I’m cancelling summer! Yup, you read that right… I’m cancelling the whole dang thing!
Okay, so I’m not actually cancelling the season known as summer, that would be crazy talk, and it’s my favorite season. I’m cancelling MY summer, my demands, my expectations, my normal go-to plans.
I’m calling off the usual spring rush of starting seedlings, and buying new chicks. I’m calling off summer camp for the boy. I’m calling off the massive dreams of finally fixing up our yard. Done. Deleted. Ain’t gonna happen.
I’m letting the sunny days free fly around here. We’re gonna do, or we’re gonna do not. We’ll sip lemonade, and not worry about catching that dang bus for summer camp. We’ll roll in the grass, and practice our taekwando moves in the sprinkler.
I’m going to play in my garden, and flip the bird to the dang drought we’ve been predicted to have, once again. No buying seed, no buying plants. It’s a season to create pretty walkways, and fences, and dance with the kids.
We’ll doodle in notebooks, and color with chalk on the driveway. We’re gonna grill, and burn our tongues on marshmallows. That ugly coop, it will get finished someday, and when it does, we’re gonna paint murals in it, with finger paints… because we can.
I’m going to create. And I’m going to have that date with me, under that big shade tree, while I throw that stupid to-do list into the bonfire. Because I am cancelling summer.