Today I woke up and it was August. I find myself sitting in a local coffee spot confused how this could be true. While my iced coffee reminds me that it is still summer, my 10AM professional development session weighs my shoulders down with the impending school year’s approach. My anxiety dreams about being unprepared for my classroom have yet to commence but I am sure they are but a blink away now. My long summer to-do list is never completed. Somehow, the detox period from school always takes longer than expected and by the time I am ready to reenter the world of the living, it is already August.
There is no surprise in this. Many days I wrestled between relaxing at home and engaging in New England activities. Ironically, I chose to hibernate. Desperate to store up my energy for the fall months to come. Lying still in bed with the shades drawn often felt like the wise decision when contemplating the energy that would pour forth in September. Yet, there is sadness now that I must reckon with the fact that for me summer is the shortest season of them all.
In order to keep the schoolwork at bay, I have decided to spend the weekend weeding my garden. Something outside that is not too demanding to deplete my two months of stored energy is just the trick. Who would have thought that being a homeowner would provide such solace this time of year? I am excited to get out in the garden on my hands and knees to weed the beds that have become overgrown with crabgrass during my hibernation. David has time and time again encouraged me to view our weed full lawn as an organic oasis. He is adamant that we do not use a signal chemical on our “grass.” Once upon a time, not too long ago, weeds such as clover were considered good for one lawn. They provided soft, green vegetation, which needed little water. Now this clover is ripped by it roots out of the soil and tossed into garbage as a worthless crop bent on destroying the pristine golf course quality lawns of the suburbs. But, this is not the case at our humble abode. Through handing weeding, we remove the evasive one and leave the ones that are more “lawn like.” Our yard is definitely different from our neighbors, but I am starting to enjoy our more hipster looking grass. A grass that only a mother could love perhaps.