We made it back from the mountains. Back to the humid and soggy patch we call home. Think all we missed was rain. What I did not miss was the bugs. Our van stayed bug-guts-free until we headed back south. Way too many creepy crawly things here in Arkansas. I did enjoy the lack thereof in Colorado. 

This morning I watched a wet board being baked by the sun. Could see the moisture pulling right out of it, creating a rolling steam. Such an honest picture of what the sun does here, and why I brace myself for it. It really is a shame that I’m so fair and yet live out my days in the land of lingering summer. I’ve got my floppy hats for shelter and that’s about it. The pros of living in the Ozark still outweigh the cons, so I’ll not whine any longer. 

I’ve got a lot on my plate right now. It’s good, though. Good things. Several flats of seedlings that I’m watering daily. Literally and metaphorically. I’ve never been bored a moment of my life. I don’t understand boredom, really. If anything, my mind wrestles to pare down more than ramp up. There’s always more than enough to be done, to consider, to adapt to and learn. I fear I will not do all I’d enjoy more than I fear running out of. 

I want to gush about the mountains and the aspens and the bug-less terrain of Colorado, but I’d only sound ungrateful for what I have here. I am not ungrateful. I wouldn’t mind a dual enrollment to both places. I will carry it in my heart and memory, as a way of thanks. It was a rich time and deeply appreciated. My husband gets much of the credit for being such a thoughtful and generous soul. He considered everyone on this trip. 

The next adventures? Finishing out the garden. Finishing the bathroom remodel. Pulling off my first digital magazine issue. Designing print lines for home goods. Opening an online shop. Managing all the other things that correspond with daily life. I say: there is no room for boredom. And yet, I am certain I will hear those words from my kiddos by weekend’s end, though they know it’s good as cursing. I just might banish anyone with restless hands to the garden to weed. I’d love that.