Surviving Crazy

Deep breaths, long walks and staring mindlessly into the blue sky is required if survival is my ultimate goal.  Everything needs attention at once.  This school year is winding down early for me.  Year end assessments, reports and preparing for summer maintenance for students.  The garden needs continual care and the yard needs a clean up after being hidden under the heavy weight of snow.  

I suspect that we are all adjusting to the transition of seasons.  It is a bit unsettling that I do not know how to refer to this unseasonably warm weather.  Lately, we leap from winter to summer.  We cannot do anything, but begin to plan.  University course work, summer school for the not so wee one and teaching at a summer writing camp.  Is there need to panic?  

I will peck through the little details of life that are necessary.  Soon there will be time for pleasure reading and writing for the sake of writing.  I dream of propelling myself through the cool pond swimming mile after mile  my strength and endurance increasing with each sunny day.    Our favorite secluded cove awaits where we scramble onto pink granite boulders that hang out into the water.  We dangle our legs into the cool depths and then walk along the strip of sand and fill our palms with tiny deep purple blueberries pop in your mouth. The sweet tart sensation compels more picking.  And suddenly, we notice quiet.    

The summer makes the craziness of the busy spring season all worthwhile.