I am married to a “realist,” some people might use the word pessimist. But I know that to not be true just by looking at his endless list of projects that he has well planned out, supplies purchased and stashed carefully away waiting to be completed. Some of those projects have quietly waited the nearly 30 years of our marriage, having become an idea shortly after moving onto our farm. A pessimist would have decided those things will never get done and abandoned the idea long ago, but Dear Husband is strongly(maybe stubbornly is a better word) optimistic that he will get to the end of his to-do list before his time here on this earth is through. And I, being very optimistic, stand by his side hoping, praying, pleading,….that he succeeds at his plan.
But at certain moments when I am filled with celebration, Dear Husband’s realism showers down. The first day of summer is always one of those moments.
Next to the season of Spring, the first day of Summer is a day of celebration for me. I love embracing the longest day of sunlight with zeal, heading outside during the cool early morning hours and ending the long day watching the firefly light show. Every part of this long summer day feels like a wonderful gift.
And when I share my enthusiasm marking the first day of Summer, each year, without fail, Dear Husband responds, “The days only get shorter from here.” (Que cold glass of lemonade here.) While I see my summer glass of lemonade half full of sun-kissed activity, he reminds me that the lemonade glass in half empty of long light-filled days and before we know it Winter will be here again.
This year our first day of Summer turned out to be a picture perfect Summer day, filled with warm temperatures and sunshine. I had the opportunity to spend most of the day in the garden, weeding and planting. I love putting time into things like that because at the end of the day I have visual proof of the work that was done by my tired sun-drenched body.
After finishing supper, the dog and I took a walk around the farm to enjoy the beautiful sky. Finally ending the day sitting in the yard barefooted watching the fireflies dance into the darkness.
Dear Husband spent his day in the hay fields raking and baling the sweet smelling dry grass. What better chore for a guy that thinks about Winter on the first day of Summer…? Come the first day of Winter, when the cold winds are howling, he will uncover a bale of dry Summer grass and, as always, respond, “The days only get longer from here.”
Hold up that glass of lemonade, “Here’s to the joys of Summer, and Winter!”