The Lazy Hazy Days of Summer

Summer4_xhanxI’m not sure if it’s the blue moon that has done it, the storm in the air or the noticing of shorter days but there seems to be a bit of melancholy in the air today.

This is the height of the summer season.  The days are the hottest of the summer and the Civic Holiday long weekend marks the half way point from the traditional end of one school year and beginning of another.   It is kind of a bittersweet holiday for many because it’s often lots of fun but also a reminder that summer is downhill from here.

I’ve had a lot of summer memories this week too.  The father of the guy I dated during high school died and it sparked some thought about all the wonderful hours I had spent at their cottage, on their sail boat, water skiing behind the speed boat, and dancing at the Summer Garden.  It was a wonderful time but always about Civic Holiday weekend we felt some pressure to pack lots of things into the next four weeks because it was almost over.  Labour Day he would have to go back to his home for the winter.

The same sort of urgency begins in my adult life too although now it has to do more with preparing for work in the fall, for courses I’m taking and beginning to clip things in the garden that are dying off.  The fern are beginning to brown and the hosta flowers have to be cut.

The one great thing about the beginning of August is I am likely to get out of the house a little more.  Except for two funerals I had to leave town for and some running  people around to appointments I have seldom ventured more than 50 feet from the air conditioning.

It’s a good thing it’s cooler in August or the canning and freezing would never get done.  The tomatoes are beginning to ripen, a few beans survived the ravenous rabbits and the dill is ready to use with the cucumbers.  The harvest is beginning and there is work to do to prepare for winter.

I’m going with friends to celebrate this weekend by listening to some good old fashioned music and I may take a wander through the Lynn River Festival in the Park to look for a bargain or two.  I have to go to another memorial service but that is good too because I’ll get to spend time with some people who I’ve known all my life.  There is a Christening to attend on Sunday for a little boy who my cousin’s daughter named after my son.  A real blessing but more bittersweet.

I’d love to hear what you are doing for this mid summer weekend.  I hope it is wonderful for you!  Thanks for reading my blog.

Here’s a song for you!

PS I’m starting a blog course for the month of August so with any luck this will begin to get better.


About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises (, I work as an "Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and as a spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 22 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. A firmly grounded faith and a passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director and I am soon adding to that a license to marry people. As I move toward retirement I am very aware that I have to keep working so I chose to do things which will meet my modest financial needs and also my love of supporting people in their life journey. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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